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Umaril the Unfeathered on sticky notes

You had a disturbing dream. You can only recall one point. A tall figure with a golden mask led you among the dead as through a wedding celebration. You heard many voices, but no lips moved. You strained to breathe, but your chest didn't move. The tall figure spoke with each figure as he passed among them, laughing and joking, as if they were alive, but they made no reply. You tried to cry out, but without breath, your tongue fluttered in vain.

In your dream, a tall figure with a golden mask greeted you, saying: 'There are many rooms in the house of the Master. Be easy, for from the hands of your enemies I have delivered you.' It seemed you had died and could see yourself laid upon a table lit by candles. But with your own hands you touched the figure, and the figure drew breath, opened eyes, and rose from the table. Then the room was gone, and the world filled with light, and you awoke.

old art

sea lizards

throwing this into the void