#in which kisa's magic always absorbs every soul essence when she dies and she couldn't control it

[kittysproduce]

In death we speak

"Most nights I wish I would've just woken up with my hands covered in crimson. That will be easier to explain, to understand. Then, I wouldn't have to question why every time I'm sure it's the end for me, I wake up in another nightmare; one where everything—everyone—is so eerily still, I couldn't see anything but the dull colors of the waking world, and it's horrible, so horrible to walk in a land without sensing the slightest hint of a soul."

The mask lifts its gaze in the tides of unending shade, "There is nothing so simple in understanding this world. Not even us, who are beyond fate, the only ones of our kind, can explain why, in the countless times we've glimpsed on each other, we can only truly ever commune in these dreams of yours."

Kisa opens her eyes, or did she close it? There is nothing to see in the infinite darkness. "Dream," she mutters, "no.. I'm not going back there."

"But you already are," Miraak's visage begins to blur like snow in a blizzard, "Don't fear the lightless path, my child. There is a reason you keep walking back to it."

The dragonborn wakes, a soul baptized in the embers of Helgen.

TES summer fest 2022 Day 01 - Dreams

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