You'll blind yourself doing that.

[rock_ds]

For a few moments of sunset. As the day drew to an end. Anyone in the small coastal village would have noted nothing out of the ordinary. A brisk wind rattled doors and disturbed the sand. But unless you where looking directly at the sunset, nothing was aims.

The last few seconds of sunlight drooped below the horizon with a thin green edge. Even this wasn't unknown of, but just uncommon. A sharp pinprick of light bloomed as the sun dipped out of view for the day.

A soft orange light bobbed along in the waves. Seeming to drift freely at times, but undeniably making its way to the shore.

By the time the light reached the lone beach. The splashing of ores was undeniable. The moon lit the silhouette of a figure as they clambered out of the small boat, the light they had been using, seemed to lose cohesion and splashed into the waves, glowing softy as it spread out across the water crests.

Heaving the boat out of the water, the figure hauled it up the beach a dozen feet before collapsing to the sand. Anyone watching would think the figure dead. Moment later a bark of a laugh split the air as the figure turned over to it's back and tossed it's arms up to obvious jubilation.

Hauling itself up with deep lethargy. The figure rooted around in the front of the small boat. Taking a seat, with its back against the boat. It kicked a small depression in the cold sand. As it did, a flash of blue light quickly followed by the same steady orange glow pooled into the depression, like luminous water. Some splashed from the hasty container to pool on the sand before sinking and vanishing from sight.

A ragged man with rough, bearded face could be seen. If only in outline. Periodically raising obvious food and drink to his lips.

After a while of chewing salted meat and drinking deep from the wine skin. The man looked up to the small houses in the seaside village, looking back at the sea. He tilted his head for a moment, he hadn't traveled far enough to not see the Everdark Gates and the surrounding mountain ranges... Had he? The moonlight wasn't weak by any measure this evening. And he could see stars down to the horizon.

"Glory to Orholam, have you blessed me in my final escape?" He called out to the sky.

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[wouldmissme]

Strelitizia visits Nexus from time to time. To her, it's just a world, like any other.

Different, however, because here, there are no Heartless to fight.

She's told her brother about this strange world. She's not sure that he quite understands the appeal. Whether he does or doesn't, this world hasn't invited him. Only her.

Strelitzia comes to this world sometimes. And then, she'd sometimes just sit down, alone, taking in the sights. Knowing that she probably won't be attacked here. A place, no, a world, for respite. How strange and wonderful.

And a bit scary. What if any monsters follow her here? Perhaps she shouldn't come.

When she's sitting, observing water's surface, the light catches her attention, and suddenly, she's on her guard.

What follows is not what she might've expected.

So, here, have a probably preteen or teen girl, looking wary or concerned, coming over.

"Excuse me, I don't think this is Orholam, although, I don't know where that is."

[rock_ds]

Before registering the words, the man whipped his head around. One hand settling on the handle of the gun under his clothes. The other curled up by his side. In the steady light of the luminous liquid, discolored patches of skin seemed to move from his shoulder to the open hand. Though it still seemed empty.

It was a few moments of staring into the darkness before he noticed the outline of the speaker and registered the voice. A child it seemed.

"Orholam isn't anywhere child, but he is everywhere. I wouldn't have gotten here without him." Straightening up, he moved the shirt back into place, obscuring the gun.

"Would you happen to know where I am child?" He asked with a smile. His face twitched into the visage of a man unaccustomed to the movement.

[wouldmissme]

She's not too bothered by being called a child. He sounds like somebody to whom she'd be, indeed.

Strelitzia was still a bit stuck wondering about the man's previous worlds. And possible meaning thereof. Final escape? That sounded ever so solemn.

And so--

Hm, did the stranger think he died? No, surely not. She smiles a little. She's surely misunderstood his previous question. Current one was straight to the point.

"This World is called Nexus. What do you want to know? I've been visiting here a little - when I'm not busy at home - so I might be able to tell you," Strelitzia says.