Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170227063351

Almost as if he's been there all along, the scape of the Memento Mori forms around him.

He finds himself among its cobbled streets and gothic towers, the burned-out sky turning to its clouded form that it takes in the city. The uncanny glow of the twilit clouds lights his way just enough, while innumerable gas lampposts throw pools of light everywhere.

In the distance, the Clock Tower pierces the sky like an immense spear, its face illuminated and visible even here. Beyond that, the mountainous shape of the Crucible looms, ever present.

But it's strange...there is an air of festivity around him. Curtained windows glow, while laughter echoes from within them. Rooftops abound with Mamono who dance and revel for some unknown reason., music blaring in the perpetual night air.

Suddenly, the soumd of explosions can be heard up above. Flashes of light fill the night sky---fireworks?

A phantom galleon, huge and creaking, rolls through the cloud sea up above. Every few seconds it fires its cannons, and fireworks light up the clouds, much to the delight of the people down below. Far above, Marcus could swear he hears the sound of Blackmane laughing heartily...