Lúthien couldn’t shake off a feeling of uneasiness as her steps carried her through the open space, her gaze wandering over the distant stars and galaxies that splattered the darkness within. Her skin prickled as the whispering of dissonant voices caressed her ears, the loud echo of heartbeats causing her own to respond in kind.
"Dee…?" her voice cautiously rang out, crossing her arms unconsciously as if such a simple motion could offer her some form of protection, careful steps keeping her close to her point of origin as she searched for a familiar face within this universe.
"... Fairy Godmom?"
Finally she spotted
something off in the distance, but the smile that had crept into her lips soon faded away as the ranger narrowed her eyes—inspecting the structure further after a few steps had taken her in its direction. One thing was clear, that was definitely
not Dayeon’s bed, but perhaps the older woman had done some renovations of sorts within her dreamspace? The elf had been about to take another step in its direction when the glowing lines of a new fracture caught her attention, turning towards it just as the small fissure expanded and caused Lúthien to cover her eyes with a hand.
"It appears you and I are linked."
"I noticed."
A weight suddenly pressed against her chest as the girl recognized the man’s voice in the memory, her eyes affixed now to the playing memory. She was vaguely aware of the bloody sheets and the small inn room as her gaze focused on the sizable protruding shard of metal that seemed to grow from the player’s chest, framed by strands of blue hair that cascaded downwards. A familiar red string came into view next, and the ranger wasn’t able to hold back an involuntary wince as she spotted it. The only time Lúthien had personally seen one of
those it had led to nothing but bloody trouble and, judging by the scene she was now presented with, the elf was starting to believe this was a common occurrence. It extended from the woman’s left side and towards a jar carefully sitting atop a night table—a still beating heart suspended in place within it by more of those threads—before the string continued its path towards another.
Yu… what have you gotten into now?
Magic was a powerful thing within TerraSphere, able to achieve unimaginable feats that would be nothing short of wild fantasies in the real world. It was a lesson Lúthien had stumbled onto accidentally as she’d fallen into Yugam’s dreamspace once, uncovering more than she’d bargained for regarding the man’s skills. Unmei had warned her then, whatever goals Yugam sought after within this game would no doubt carry a hefty price—such was the nature of this world—but it was unlikely the man would stop before he achieved them.
"You've created a monster."
She had never pressed him further on the matter, figuring that with time he’d eventually open up and share those hidden parts with her too, but now the girl was left with more unanswered questions. Who was this
Lune person, why were they connected to Yugam and, most importantly, why were they in her
unnie’s dreamspace—
"Hey, dreamwalker." The sound of a slamming door had caused the range to visibly startle, brought back from her own thoughts as a booming voice called out in her direction.
"You don't belong here in my space, get out."
"Excuse you, did you just say your space?"
There was a part of her that had expected to see the familiar blonde haired woman Lúthien had come to expect within Dayeon’s mind, but instead she was met by an unfamiliar visage as the pissed off woman began walking down the patio stairs of the home. There was no denying this was the same one from the memory Lúthien had just witnessed, the blue strands of hair and deep voice certainly matched the ones she’d seen and heard within it, before the ranger stubbornly dug her heels in.
"This is unnie’s dreamworld, how about you take a hike instead?"
