12-04-2022, 07:07 PM
The Sandman was on the verge of departing when he was taunted to return. His gaze rolled from figure to figure, landing eventually upon the one all in white. Unlike most, the Sandman was able to peer into the depths of the fibers that made up their presence here. All were figments of the elemental. The sandman himself was so named for the porous qualities of sand. Sand was the beginning and the end of dominion. Gripped tight, and sand broke free. Held loosely and the sand remained as it was, but when disturbed by forces of power and energy, sand transformed into a substance that cut sharper than diamonds. The sandman himself embodied these elements. He was the line that rimmed the edges of all that existed. He kept everything bound to its place lest it wash away by the tides of time.
Like the Sandman, each of them embodied their elements. The lady of nightmares and the spirit of water were already known to him. The little one in white was unfamiliar, and the Sandman flowed closer to peer into the insides of his being. He saw sunlight threaded within, but it was cloaked brightness like a star that burned from across the universe. There wasn’t danger, but there was a distant power. Despite starlight’s accusation, he was fully wrong. The world of dreams was his realm. It had no greater master than him.
In that moment, their surroundings turned to flakes like a layer of old paint brushed away to reveal the truth beneath. That truth that was revealed was a horrendous, hellish scene. It was ash and smoke that plunged like a crater opened beneath them. The land flowed and morphed in the same cracks and breaks as did the Sandman’s skin. If the tartaric hellscape wasn’t enough of a point, even than fell away into darkness until each of them were the essence of their own elements amid a void of blackness.
It lasted moments, but like breath caught in the lungs, the release followed and all returned to what it was. His will exerted proved him the master of the domain.
“I am the Sandman,” he said in response. “You are in my realm by my permission. Do not take that for granted, little star.”
Then he departed, returning to the seat of his realm.
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The Sandman
Like the Sandman, each of them embodied their elements. The lady of nightmares and the spirit of water were already known to him. The little one in white was unfamiliar, and the Sandman flowed closer to peer into the insides of his being. He saw sunlight threaded within, but it was cloaked brightness like a star that burned from across the universe. There wasn’t danger, but there was a distant power. Despite starlight’s accusation, he was fully wrong. The world of dreams was his realm. It had no greater master than him.
In that moment, their surroundings turned to flakes like a layer of old paint brushed away to reveal the truth beneath. That truth that was revealed was a horrendous, hellish scene. It was ash and smoke that plunged like a crater opened beneath them. The land flowed and morphed in the same cracks and breaks as did the Sandman’s skin. If the tartaric hellscape wasn’t enough of a point, even than fell away into darkness until each of them were the essence of their own elements amid a void of blackness.
It lasted moments, but like breath caught in the lungs, the release followed and all returned to what it was. His will exerted proved him the master of the domain.
“I am the Sandman,” he said in response. “You are in my realm by my permission. Do not take that for granted, little star.”
Then he departed, returning to the seat of his realm.
The Sandman