Projecting

Sylas felt his vision blur for more reasons than stepping through the Portal. His gaze unconsciously narrowed as sand riding on heavy winds buffeted against his face and cheeks, making him feel as though hundreds of tiny needles were pelting against his skin. 

The visibility of the region was low and goosebumps crawled over the length of his skin as the cold began to sink into his very pores. 

Slowly, Sylas began to adjust the focus of his gaze to find that he was standing in the middle of maybe the most beautiful desert he had ever seen. 

It felt odd to describe what was essentially a hellscape to most organisms like this, but it was hard to call it anything else when the sand dunes in the distance sparkled like hills of miniature diamonds. 

When Sylas held up a palm, the silvery-blue beads of sand glided across it with a subtle touch. It felt like somewhere between a cross of snow and sand. 

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