The Reach of Hopes and Dreams [Private]

A presence, while small in appearance, had some form of small, faint signature amongst the space it's eyes would slowly awaken to. However, they were not normal eyes, looking more like a kaleidoscope against a black, formless shape that seemed to stain the space it existed upon. While it's presence was still for a moment, golden tears would begin forming and dripping from it's many eyes in pure silence.

This presence, was the broken mind of Calypso, marred, shocked, and damaged from her unfortunate circumstance, reduced to her bare minimum as her mind slowly worked to repair itself with whatever it had, however it was neither a fun nor lovely task. Within her state of bare consciousnes, her everchanging eyes slowly lied upon a figure, only a single sense of yearning in her mind as her figureless state then spoke at some level of comprehension,

"..Mama..?"

Ignis Morpheus| The Living Dream

Within the Mindscape Of The World, sat everything. Every thought a human had, every dream and every desire. While it was detached from the mundane world in a way that made it almost impossible to reach, and was fully impossible to actually effect anything in the mundane world, it still existed in a metaphysical sense.

And all across this realm, spreading an infinite width across an infinite plan, was a powerful, throbbing flame. Upon the arrival of Calypso, this flame stirred, and whispered a thousand voices around her. This agitation rose and eventually a massive creature exploded from the flame. A vicious, passionate creature, it embodied every emotion of the world, both good and evil.

WE ARE AWARE OF THIS ONE it throbbed, words simply being forced into existence as it looked at Calypso with all the feelings one could ever feel.

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Whatever formation of mass indicated Calypso was sitting up, indicated that she hit the ground once the booming voice reached whatever point of the young one's despair-riddled body could comprehend it. While there was no mouth to express it, there was a weak wail of fear from the small one, her inhumane form seeming to tremble as golden tears continued to fall. Gentle flashes of cool colors, blues, purples, and many more seemed to flash along her otherwise dark body, soon the heaving of a sick creature followed as her voice carried both pain and illness.

The presence of the flaming creature was unfamiliar, overwhelming, overstimulating to the little one's broken, negativity-drenched mind. The pain of her family weighed upon her, and her current existence in this state of being was unintentional. Such existence between and briding minds was plenty possible for the Danava, but never had she been to this level of it.

"..Don't.. Hurt..!"

The eyes upon her body seemed twisted with pain and fear, and while she had no proper body in this state, a feeling of tensity would form in the air around her.

Ignis Morpheus| The Living Dream

DO YOU DESERVE HURT? HAVE YOU ACTED IN NEED OF HURTING? The great thing throbbed. Shifting from point to point, a thousand whispers followed it. Some where embolding, some were damning, some were sultry and some had no tact at all, outright stating their desires, and those desires were deep, and not exactly for the dinner table.

The Big One, for it's part, just circled Calypso and stared at her, every part simultaneously observed and noted for later. What later would entail, was up for grabs really. But as vicious and violent as it seemed, it was also warm, calming, and arousing. Everything rolled off the beast like waves of heat.

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The young presence in this plane of minds only seemed to cry more in response to such a question, however her tears changed from a golden shimmer, to a prismatic platinum-like substance, as gentle hics came from it's form, eyes wide and fearful as she heard the whispers of many, feeling the question rumble her very soul. Large eyes followed as the flaming presence encircled the Danava of Dreams and Nightmares, the question causing her to shake in confusion,

"...Ih... I..."

Confusing images popped in her mind, thoughts she felt so disconnected towards presenting themselves, emotions, anger, words she couldn't understand... It hurt.

It all hurt.

"...I... H-hu..rt..."

Ignis Morpheus| The Living Dream

YOU HURT BEYOND COMPREHENSION, AND YOU BELIEVE THAT COMING HERE WERE IT MANIFESTS ITSELF AS REALITY WAS THE BEST PLACE TO COME? PAIN LIKE YOURS IS NOTHING THAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT. IT MUST END ITSELF, AT THE SOURCE, IF NOTHING ELSE

The powerful thing would speak words of the heart as it circled endlessly. To a being so hurt, there was little else it could do.

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Calypso breathed softly as the conversation went on, even if she was in pain, even if her mind were shattered, having some form of engagement rather than writhing in agony or full unconsciousness seemed to do something for the young Danava. Her pained expression seemed to soften with the question the flaming being proposed. Though tears still dripped from her many eyes, pain buzzing off her body like a hum of insects, she let out a soft reply, her mind regaining some grasp,

"I... Didn't.. Come here for you to fix me.. Exactly right, you can't end the pain.."

Her voice trembled with illness, but finally some clarity was regained, "..I don't know.. Why exactly I appeared here... Familiarity? Loneliness? Seeking comfort? I'm not sure.. But.."

She slowly looked about, "I don't seem to be vanishing... So.. Maybe that.. Reason hasn't been fulfilled..?"

Ignis Morpheus| The Living Dream

ARRIVING AT THE REALM OF DREAM AND DESIRE, YOU SEEK REASON FOR WHY YOU ARE HERE? it asked, filling the air with laughter of all kind. Gentle tittering, sultry giggles and hysterical booming laughter. THINGS HERE, JUST HAPPEN. YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE HERE, YOU HAVE NOT GONE BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOT GONE.

It was a strange thought, bu one that fit ythe place where everything happened for no reason beyond the fact that people made it happen.
SEEK LESS THE REASON, MAKE IT, STAY BY IT, AND THAT IT IS

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The small crying stain of darkness looked to the ground in thought, the pain gradually becoming easier and easier to deal with as she focused less on it, and more on her own thoughts and discussion with this strange flaming entity that pulsed with the same feeling this place gave. Her previously fearful and pained expression soon became soft and round as she sat in silence, listening to the various voices and sensations around her. She couldn't help but feel familiarity in it all.

"Who are you?" She asked, rather than a 'what', Calypso saw this being as a 'who'; humanizing and learning to understand herself and her surroundings were... What made her feel better. Right? Was that how she worked..?

"What do you do here? Do other people come here?"

Ignis Morpheus| The Living Dream

I DO NOT EXIST. HERE, IS NOT A PLACE, AND IN IT, I DO NOT DO ANYTHING. YOU ARE A UNIQUE BEING IN THAT YOU ARE THE CONDENSED CONCEPT OF THE METAPHYSICAL REALM THAT COULD BE HERE, WERE HERE A PLACE TO BE. BUT NO OTHER BEING CAN ARRIVE HERE, NO OTHER BEING CAN IN ANY WAY INTERACT WITH WHAT HERE IS. IF ONE HAD TO SAY, THEY COULD SAY THERE HERE IS THE PLACE WHERE ALL DREAMS LINGER, ALL THOUGHT EVER THOUGHT RESIDES. THERE IS ETERNAL STAGNATION HERE, AND YET NOTHING IS EVER THE SAME.

DO NOT THINK ON WHAT IS HERE. IT WILL AVAIL NOUGHT BUT CONFUSION

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