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[Open] The Mark of the Herald

Mark of the Herald Part I
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Despite certain disruptive events and ominous visions in the preceding month, August is seemingly still free of any problems.
That’s quick to change, however. Starting from the third of the month, strange, circular marks begin to appear on human students around the school - and, indeed, humans around the world. Those affected begin to feel incurably drowsy, something that no magical or mundane solution can seem to cure or relieve; eventually, they’ll fall asleep entirely, whether they want to or not, and enter a state of magical stasis. Not even nonhumans are immune, though whether they’re marked seems to be much more erratic.
Those who remain awake or are otherwise spared by the mark are free to do as they wish - the Academy won’t ask them to do more than keep themselves safe. But where each marked person falls in slumber, a portal will form; a strange tear in reality, offering glimpses of a surreal, nightmarish plane that differs vastly from individual to individual. One thing is certain; the cause of a victim’s seemingly endless sleep and these portals are linked somehow, and the only way to find out exactly how is to go through...and the only ones capable of doing so are those who are still awake.
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The trapdoor that one would use for the gallows' intended, morbid purpose swings open at her approach, clattering hollowly in the endless night. A red ladder is barely visible, poking out from the edge.
Logically, the trapdoor should simply lead to a space under the gallows. But this is a dream, so logic doesn't apply; it leads down, down into darkness.
All endeavors come with risk, the dream seems to say, in a voice that is felt rather than heard. ]
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So of course she eventually makes her way to that ladder. She should be cautious, should at least try to figure out where it is going before allowing herself to climb down... but of course, she doesn't make any such effort.
Gallows are the end of one's life, normally, but with the nooses in such disarray and the space below so vast and open, maybe these are an escape of some kind? She's curious to find out. ]
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The journey down holds no real hazards, and when Miach steps off the ladder's last rung, she'll find herself greeted with a field of glassy flowers.
(He hadn't permitted her to come to Death's domain, but he has plenty of memories of it himself, something that he might deem 'safe'. His dream, much like its owner, bends and reacts to the individual within it - or, at least, what he knows of them.)
The sound of water is constant, but distant; a shoreline, dark water foaming at the edges, is barely visible on the horizon. A large boat sits on the distant shore, overgrown with flowers; it shimmers in a way reminiscent of a mirage. ]
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Miach takes her time in the field. Walking slowly towards the shore and taking in the surroundings. Does anything happen if she tries to pick a flower? If not, she'll just gather a few and walk further towards the shore. The world does appear to be guiding her after all. ]
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If she stops at picking just one, nothing notable seems to happen. If she gathers a few, however, she'll catch glimpses of other places, other sounds; cleaning headstones, digging little garden plots, the occasional prayer. The soft rasp of metal being cleaned, the dull thudding bite of a shovel or some other heavy tool in dirt as it's used to dig graves.
He devotes his life to death in many aspects. Remembering the lives he was responsible for, to greater or lesser degrees, is part of that devotion.
The boat on the shore doesn't move, or change, or do anything untoward. It's simply an unwavering anchoring point; patient, waiting. ]