Post by peace on May 28, 2021 17:21:50 GMT
BGM: Cave of Dreams
An unblemished valley free from unnatural altercations, held way to one of many untouched gems, a sight to behold. The view brought to the naked eye presented an utmost elegan scenery for those who traversed the long valley, either side being adorned with trees and rocky formations. Small cliffs about a story high elevated on either side of the valley just a tad bit before reaching the mighty stone mountains which surrounded the valley. At the base of the valley a small stream flowed downhill from the rear end of the valley, with a source unknown to most as the valley was hard to find; as the small rocky formations continued to spread out on either side of the stream they got larger and larger as they got closer to the mountain walls, yet there was no harm to the beauty of the valley, but rather an enhancement with each charm. How nice it would have been for the valley to have remained pure however the greed of man is an insatiable desire which one will pursue to the utmost extent, ravaging lands, murdering innocent people, and thievery are ways for man to explore their greed in the worst way possible, but it is as nature intended for man to act such a way.
One man decided to take the land and built his kingdom at the end of the valley, stripping the resources from it, polluting the air, all in an attempt to steal the land; however, the land remained strong and most of the grass didn’t change its vibrant green color. The trees that were once merely scattered across the sides of the valley now extended off into small forests filled with dead grass and vines. The base of the valley now had a wide fracture in it due to it being stripped of its resources from mining, the stream flowed off down into the fracture creating a small pond of water at the bottom. At the very end of the valley, many overarching bridges and towers had been built, leading from the top of either side connecting down in the middle finishing the bridge; while it was a hindrance to nature itself, it caused a beautiful sunset to seep into valley, which showed nature can still be beautiful even after being tainted by the touch of man. The Artisan had found the beauty that was left to behold even after being blemished by humans invasiveness, he believed that this valley was a work of art waiting to be encapsulated by his artistry. Astéri sat down, his rough black hair gently blowing in the wind, as he calmly took in the scenery he situated himself, fixing his messy black hair to reveal his wide eyes with golden hues, a symbol of the Stellar Ether that surged within his body at all times. Below his face he wore a short sleeve compression shirt, while it was tight he could easily move in it and just over that he wore a small red jacket with the sleeves folded over just after his elbows. His pants were maroon red and baggy, with just two pockets on each leg respectively, and a simple pair of black boots.
The Artisan would stroke his brush in swift smooth lines allowing a gentle smooth atmosphere to resonate from him as he sat perfectly in the middle of the valley atop the overarching bridge. The sunrise behind him was the perfect lighting, it looked as if an aura were being generated around him as he perfected each stroke, sitting calmly as his incandescent eyes etched the landscape into his mind. Every stroke he took, relaxed his mind more and more until without even knowing it he had released his seal and entered the near dead calm state; he had begun to use his Ether to make his artwork glow, each stroke now filled with Ether causing a more marvelous painting than the valley actually seemed to look.
“Now this, this is a true masterpiece.”
Astéri placed his painting to the side, still humming along to the tune in his head; as he hummed he could feel the very breath of the valley in sync with his own. He was in complete harmony while still alert of the outside world, yet seemingly not caring for it. He continued to watch as the sun rose and the wildlife grew clearer, revealing animals, the same animals the Artisan had loved to read about in books a few years ago. It brought a smile to his face, a smile the Artisan had long forgotten he had. The Artisan had begun to doze off as he felt something odd, he couldn’t tell what it was but knew the stars which he had connected with wouldn’t give him a false warning. Or maybe he was just being paranoid? He had time to think but wasted no time preparing, he simply had Hitsuboku spread his influence into the world; bringing about stagnation into the immediate area being about 12 feet. The Artisan stayed seated, now alerted of the possibility someone was coming; he did nothing but prepare for the coming fight. His Ether lashed out around him in golden arcs, preparing for something greater, something he had never done before, but was willing to give it a shot now.
An unblemished valley free from unnatural altercations, held way to one of many untouched gems, a sight to behold. The view brought to the naked eye presented an utmost elegan scenery for those who traversed the long valley, either side being adorned with trees and rocky formations. Small cliffs about a story high elevated on either side of the valley just a tad bit before reaching the mighty stone mountains which surrounded the valley. At the base of the valley a small stream flowed downhill from the rear end of the valley, with a source unknown to most as the valley was hard to find; as the small rocky formations continued to spread out on either side of the stream they got larger and larger as they got closer to the mountain walls, yet there was no harm to the beauty of the valley, but rather an enhancement with each charm. How nice it would have been for the valley to have remained pure however the greed of man is an insatiable desire which one will pursue to the utmost extent, ravaging lands, murdering innocent people, and thievery are ways for man to explore their greed in the worst way possible, but it is as nature intended for man to act such a way.
One man decided to take the land and built his kingdom at the end of the valley, stripping the resources from it, polluting the air, all in an attempt to steal the land; however, the land remained strong and most of the grass didn’t change its vibrant green color. The trees that were once merely scattered across the sides of the valley now extended off into small forests filled with dead grass and vines. The base of the valley now had a wide fracture in it due to it being stripped of its resources from mining, the stream flowed off down into the fracture creating a small pond of water at the bottom. At the very end of the valley, many overarching bridges and towers had been built, leading from the top of either side connecting down in the middle finishing the bridge; while it was a hindrance to nature itself, it caused a beautiful sunset to seep into valley, which showed nature can still be beautiful even after being tainted by the touch of man. The Artisan had found the beauty that was left to behold even after being blemished by humans invasiveness, he believed that this valley was a work of art waiting to be encapsulated by his artistry. Astéri sat down, his rough black hair gently blowing in the wind, as he calmly took in the scenery he situated himself, fixing his messy black hair to reveal his wide eyes with golden hues, a symbol of the Stellar Ether that surged within his body at all times. Below his face he wore a short sleeve compression shirt, while it was tight he could easily move in it and just over that he wore a small red jacket with the sleeves folded over just after his elbows. His pants were maroon red and baggy, with just two pockets on each leg respectively, and a simple pair of black boots.
The Artisan would stroke his brush in swift smooth lines allowing a gentle smooth atmosphere to resonate from him as he sat perfectly in the middle of the valley atop the overarching bridge. The sunrise behind him was the perfect lighting, it looked as if an aura were being generated around him as he perfected each stroke, sitting calmly as his incandescent eyes etched the landscape into his mind. Every stroke he took, relaxed his mind more and more until without even knowing it he had released his seal and entered the near dead calm state; he had begun to use his Ether to make his artwork glow, each stroke now filled with Ether causing a more marvelous painting than the valley actually seemed to look.
“Now this, this is a true masterpiece.”
Astéri placed his painting to the side, still humming along to the tune in his head; as he hummed he could feel the very breath of the valley in sync with his own. He was in complete harmony while still alert of the outside world, yet seemingly not caring for it. He continued to watch as the sun rose and the wildlife grew clearer, revealing animals, the same animals the Artisan had loved to read about in books a few years ago. It brought a smile to his face, a smile the Artisan had long forgotten he had. The Artisan had begun to doze off as he felt something odd, he couldn’t tell what it was but knew the stars which he had connected with wouldn’t give him a false warning. Or maybe he was just being paranoid? He had time to think but wasted no time preparing, he simply had Hitsuboku spread his influence into the world; bringing about stagnation into the immediate area being about 12 feet. The Artisan stayed seated, now alerted of the possibility someone was coming; he did nothing but prepare for the coming fight. His Ether lashed out around him in golden arcs, preparing for something greater, something he had never done before, but was willing to give it a shot now.
