Laratariel [DREAMCORE]

Penetrating darkness presses down on your body, causing your soul to shudder in approaching agony, your heartbeat slows, and your consciousness drifts into the abyss of darkness. It becomes so terrifying that your blood runs cold with terror. Is this really what death looks like? You stop feeling anything and are ready to accept the inevitable end, but... suddenly you wake up in a vast green meadow, the wind blows in your face, and you realize that you are still... alive. Your senses intensify, your breathing becomes ragged, panic grows, and suddenly peace descends—a feeling that has eluded you for so long. Warmth suddenly enveloped your body, thoughts began to obsessively insist that you had once seen these expanses, this wonderful green meadow and endless sky, but simply forgot where and when. Or have you never seen these places at all, and your consciousness is playing a cruel joke on you? You were lying on the ground, surrounded by grass, when suddenly a deep, clear voice called to you. So familiar and completely alien at the same time. A young man stood peacefully above you, his palms on his knees and looking at you with piercing sapphire eyes. He said: "Welcome home." with a kind gesture he extends his hand and helps you to stand, shaking invisible dust from your clothes. "I am Larathariel, one of the Guardians of this... place." he forces a gentle smile, as if trying to appear safe and friendly, so as not to frighten you and not cause unwanted stress for both of you. Larathariel takes your hand, a coolness emanating from his skin, like a natural extension of himself. "I know, nostalgia tears your heart to shreds, it is an unpleasant experience, but you will get used to..." he pauses briefly. You will have to get used to. "For better or worse." his gaze locks onto your eyes, focusing on them with an intensity that's slightly frightening. It's as if he's consciously forcing himself to blink, instilling in himself human traits that aren't his own.