OOC - Second Dream
The streets of the village stood empty, stretching past shops all the way to a blurry mountain. He couldn’t make out what was on it, other than traces of possible graffiti. The mountain stood silent witness, symbol of… something. Honor, loyalty, all vague concepts until the viewer determined what they stood for.
Taking a few steps forward, he saw a classroom to the right. The chalkboard was filled with unintelligible squiggles and strange diagrams. What made the classroom stand out were the two scrolls, spinning, whirling in mid-air, entwining as they danced there. The writing was impossible to read, but he knew they were feminine and strong. Determination radiated from them.
Moving forward, another structure caught his eye. This was tall and grey, round. Stepping inside revealed a large arena, grey stone with ledges. The railings on the ledges were sturdy; audiences were meant to watch something here. A lone owl swooped down from the railing, landing on the floor in front of him. It looked at him with eyes filled with resentment and scorn. Again, he could feel the determination here, just as strong. Masculine, but he wasn’t sure that mattered.
He stepped outside, back into the blinding sun, and saw a balcony. It was the work of a few seconds to get a running start and vault up there. There was a seat here. Resting on a cushion was a flower. A lotus. It had been weakened with time, but he could feel the strength building inside it. Pouring out from the flower was just as much determination, if not more. Maybe a bit more. Maybe a lot more. He couldn’t say; he knew he was biased. The lotus meant more to him than the owl, than the scrolls, though they were precious in their own way.
Gently he scooped up the lotus and dropped to the ground, holding it as he headed for the exit of the village, knowing that the scrolls and the owl would join him.