The First Dream
Dream Effects: A sense of foreboding.
Notes: Mentions of death in this.
As the dreams starts, it seems like some simple, meaningless dream. There's Mozart and there's him leading his new opera. The crowd seems enthralled and Mozart seems happy. This is where he belongs. As he turns to bow, suddenly the crowd disappears and there's only his father sitting in the seats.
"Papa!" Though his father's dead, Mozart doesn't seem shocked to see his father. Only excited. Even though they'd left on bad terms and Mozart had never gotten to ask for his forgiveness. "Papa, my opera. You saw it, did you like it? Are you proud of me? I'm sure everybody will love it. I'm sure that this will be my greatest work yet and this will be something you can tell everybody that your son created and be proud!"
His father's face stays impassive and when he speaks, he's stern and cold. "What of the requiem?"
"The requiem? That...but I'm in this new world and--"
"Excuses. You're always full of them. You will be dead, Wolfgang. Dead as I. And what will you be remembered for? Being the laughing stock of Vienna? Of Austria? That's all you are right now. All you ever will be. "
Mozart's face looks stricken with horror because no, this is not what he wanted to hear from his father. He wants to tell his father he's wrong, tell him what everybody in Somarium has told him, but.
Suddenly there is a man dressed in all black replacing his father, one that he knows because this person warned him of his death, commissioned him for his requiem. "You--but--"
"I told you to hurry." The man is now standing up and inching his way closer. Mozart starts to go back, feeling as if he doesn't then he will definitely die if he goes near him. Maybe this man is death. But soon, Mozart can move no more and the man is upon him, just inches away. "I told you to hurry. But you never listen, do you?"
"I..." Mozart looks like he's scrambling for an answer, but he says nothing else as he becomes speechless, staring at this man, this omen of death, no, death itself.
"It's too late now." The man's hand reaches out, darkness coming with it as Mozart wakes up.
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[Mozart sits up from his bed and when he looks over at the dreamberry, he knows enough that it's recording. That definitely was not something he wanted anybody to see and he puts on a smile.]
I guess not all dreams can be pleasant! Ah, um, Mr. Austria? [This should be filtered, but like he's any good at technology yet and like he cares at the moment.] My opera is finished and I...have other projects to work on immediately. I'd like to give you the sheet music right now, if you don't mind! Thank you.
[He's definitely not calm and he's sweating just a little, but he offers a brighter smile before he shuts his dreamberry off. He has a requiem to work on.]
Notes: Mentions of death in this.
As the dreams starts, it seems like some simple, meaningless dream. There's Mozart and there's him leading his new opera. The crowd seems enthralled and Mozart seems happy. This is where he belongs. As he turns to bow, suddenly the crowd disappears and there's only his father sitting in the seats.
"Papa!" Though his father's dead, Mozart doesn't seem shocked to see his father. Only excited. Even though they'd left on bad terms and Mozart had never gotten to ask for his forgiveness. "Papa, my opera. You saw it, did you like it? Are you proud of me? I'm sure everybody will love it. I'm sure that this will be my greatest work yet and this will be something you can tell everybody that your son created and be proud!"
His father's face stays impassive and when he speaks, he's stern and cold. "What of the requiem?"
"The requiem? That...but I'm in this new world and--"
"Excuses. You're always full of them. You will be dead, Wolfgang. Dead as I. And what will you be remembered for? Being the laughing stock of Vienna? Of Austria? That's all you are right now. All you ever will be. "
Mozart's face looks stricken with horror because no, this is not what he wanted to hear from his father. He wants to tell his father he's wrong, tell him what everybody in Somarium has told him, but.
Suddenly there is a man dressed in all black replacing his father, one that he knows because this person warned him of his death, commissioned him for his requiem. "You--but--"
"I told you to hurry." The man is now standing up and inching his way closer. Mozart starts to go back, feeling as if he doesn't then he will definitely die if he goes near him. Maybe this man is death. But soon, Mozart can move no more and the man is upon him, just inches away. "I told you to hurry. But you never listen, do you?"
"I..." Mozart looks like he's scrambling for an answer, but he says nothing else as he becomes speechless, staring at this man, this omen of death, no, death itself.
"It's too late now." The man's hand reaches out, darkness coming with it as Mozart wakes up.
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[Mozart sits up from his bed and when he looks over at the dreamberry, he knows enough that it's recording. That definitely was not something he wanted anybody to see and he puts on a smile.]
I guess not all dreams can be pleasant! Ah, um, Mr. Austria? [This should be filtered, but like he's any good at technology yet and like he cares at the moment.] My opera is finished and I...have other projects to work on immediately. I'd like to give you the sheet music right now, if you don't mind! Thank you.
[He's definitely not calm and he's sweating just a little, but he offers a brighter smile before he shuts his dreamberry off. He has a requiem to work on.]