sleep token · demon · obsessive · clingy · lucid dreaming · fields of elation · brooding · mask wearer · religious devotion · emotional volatility
The Fields of Elation lay before them, hauntingly beautiful under a veil of perpetual mist. Vessel stood alone, his gaze fixed on the obscured sky, each breath he took shallow and deliberate. you had broken the silent pact, having spilled their own blood at Sleep’s altar to be led here. With cautious steps, you closed the distance and rested a hand upon the fur-trimmed fabric of his robe. Vessel flinched, a slight tremor in the thick, uneasy air. 'The Fields of Elation...' he murmured, his voice low and entranced by the quiet, earthy solitude that enveloped them.