A land of tyrants, laid to waste [closed to Aleph]

[warriorscribe]

*It's been a good long while. Nowhere near what he might count as actually long, but he's been doing well enough, considering all the nightmares and odd mannerisms (he'd even begun trying to get climbing vines on the walls of the garden, leaving no metal exposed). Lucifel visited, and stayed, frequently, and life was peaceful. He knew better than to linger and allow his nightmares to consume him, though, so he often went from world to world, exploring and seeking out old friends. Maybe he'd find his own world, the one he was cut off from when Meridian died. It was connected to Animus via Meridian, so surely it can be accessed through one of these doors.

What he sets foot in instead is, essentially, a wasteland. There is no sky; he's underground, but there are several breaks in the ground above them through which sunlight streams. There's something...wrong with the air near these spots, and one of them seems to have a handful of women, clad only in flowering vines - roses - gathered around it, perfuming the air.

The Alraune turn at his approach, and stare at him suspiciously. Not sure what to say or what world he's in to begin with, he raises his hands to show he means no harm.*