Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181225065158

"Your secrets. I will observe them" Host Prad still has the gauntlet spinning in midair encased in a mild telekinesis-like manifest, the hand he musters to enable this feat surrounded by gray metal.

He clenches it "The aroma of the past permeates this piece, longing to be sighted. Yearning to be breached. From the shard of its time, I manifest the tide of the Current, to spread backward. I wash this piece into the river of the hourglass".

A small rift rips open within the object, a dim lull to its tear, with it, a shining little piece. A small shard escapes it, as if ever present and hidden from the object. From it, a yellow miniature river swells from it, spilling on the gauntlet. The resonate is immediate, the item pulses with an alien source and swathes another rift, barely an bigger than it.

Host Prad waves his hand, an order to the shard by his side "Open it". It obeys, rushing forth into the small tear, and coalescing inside. A blur materializes as an illusion to a greater rift. An illusion that can be touched, but not changed. To be visited but rigid in its state. A piece of history host Prad opened into the time of this armor's birth. To witness its use...