"I feel strongly for all of Them. They are all so. Resplendent. Nearly terrifying in Their perfection and beauty. But Rom, O Vacuous Rom, You are. Special. To me." He tapers off with his dozy and halting speech. He always is droning or dragging out words with odd emphasis and pauses.
Micolash heaves a HUGE, defeated sigh. One hand fiddles with the end of an untied shoelace while the other remains parked on the cage's handle.
"I am. Not merely trapped in this Dream. Were it only that, I wouldn't have wasted a moment in setting about exploring these many doors and passages! God, no. My imprisonment is smaller and worse still. I am. Flesh once again. To make my Nightmare of Mensis, I shed my mortal form. My profane, limiting human body. Once again shackled! Encased! Beholden to a body that must eat and sleep and excrete and can succumb to lack thereof!" Each of those categories is listed with powerful revulsion.
"I'd forgotten. How tedious it was, to be just a man. Just a human. Endless effort and toil to keep an otherwise worthless body persistent. Because without, it will waste away. And your mind, your revelations, will die with it. Your spirit will remain only in the bloody echoes you leave behind."
He laughs, sudden and bitter. "So many here insist my cage is an unpleasantness. But they cannot see as I do, to know as I do! To look beyond the will of self and realize the true cage is our flawed and mortal forms. Not to mention belief that the Waking is the sum of existence." Micolash now whimpers piteously, "Humans are cursed. Anchored to bodies unfit from the start for ascension and arcane knowledge. To dwell on it makes me feel. Positively dreadful..."
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Micolash heaves a HUGE, defeated sigh. One hand fiddles with the end of an untied shoelace while the other remains parked on the cage's handle.
"I am. Not merely trapped in this Dream. Were it only that, I wouldn't have wasted a moment in setting about exploring these many doors and passages! God, no. My imprisonment is smaller and worse still. I am. Flesh once again. To make my Nightmare of Mensis, I shed my mortal form. My profane, limiting human body. Once again shackled! Encased! Beholden to a body that must eat and sleep and excrete and can succumb to lack thereof!" Each of those categories is listed with powerful revulsion.
"I'd forgotten. How tedious it was, to be just a man. Just a human. Endless effort and toil to keep an otherwise worthless body persistent. Because without, it will waste away. And your mind, your revelations, will die with it. Your spirit will remain only in the bloody echoes you leave behind."
He laughs, sudden and bitter. "So many here insist my cage is an unpleasantness. But they cannot see as I do, to know as I do! To look beyond the will of self and realize the true cage is our flawed and mortal forms. Not to mention belief that the Waking is the sum of existence." Micolash now whimpers piteously, "Humans are cursed. Anchored to bodies unfit from the start for ascension and arcane knowledge. To dwell on it makes me feel. Positively dreadful..."