The Last Steps I

I stood facing an illusion. A mirage of sorts that housed Aeter that distorted the atmosphere.

It gave the illusion of normal terrain. Large trees – thick and strong, implanting their roots powerfully into a snowy earth bustling with life and activity. I could hear birdsong, along with shrieks and croaks of savage aerial beasts that roam the sky. I could feel beasts that burrowed beneath my feet, and beasts that hid in the bushes and fauna of the environment.

I could feel life in the savage continent bustle as usual.

But that was all a false reality. There were no beasts here, and I could not hear the lively voice of the trees and the Plantae as to what reality eludes.

The Aeter was playing tricks on my senses, whispering lies into my ears.

Clenching my jaws, I could feel the veins in the side of my head throb as I focused on expanding my perception of the metaphysical until I could vaguely uncover the flesh mask of this illusion and peer at the truth.