As this ptheran draws closer to others, dust scatters violently admist the towering beacon of smoke and ash, choking out Ivei's light and violently overtaking the sky; always straying just far enough to never be fully seen, yet never far enough to feel completely out of their gaze.
Within the head of Orrison, travelers have reported seeing two large 'eyes' shining amongst the darkness, trailing slowly across the horizon, slowly, carefully trailing them. The existence of a living being behind the storm is debated hotly among those who have actually seen the clouds of ash: most choose to believe the strange vision they've seen is just their weary minds playing tricks on them... Instead of the alternative that behind those eyes was another, trailing, watching-
...Waiting for something.
To be born with an immense affinity to the clear fysa would seem like a gift for many; and yet, few can not feel pity for them as they come around, bags under their eyes, haggard yet frightened as if they had just seen something wretched.
Their vents sporadically create hallucinations when they remain awake: vivid ones, cruel ones, the kinds that have corrupted them into the jittery, paranoid immanu they are today. However, they once heard that it was possible to induce themself into a peaceful sleep, just if they furthered their fysa further: and so, they learned to cope, placing themself into a dreamless slumber with their sleeping mist. In truth, their life is a vicious cycle: caught in a ceaseless war between waking dreams, and dreamless sleep.
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