Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170813181122

(Well, I was expecting at least a few before you'd notice right away)

Close. He is very close tot he source. The surrounding widens a bit, revealing lit torches at every fee meters. So any wishing to walk inside would not be robbed of sight. Alas, if comfort was what he sought, then he was not welcomed here, for they fanned in a purple tide. The glow is dim, justl eaving enough to allow sight before him.

...Huhuhuhuh...uhuhu...

They dance subtly, in accordance to the wails.

...huhuhuh...Geowëëllll...

Could he hear that? The wails, like a whisper, yet so unconditionaly loud. Perhaps in his mind? In his heart?