It's difficult to say offhand which city it might be, or if it's even one that truly exists to begin with. There are elements of consistency, certainly — it's cut stone underfoot, reminiscent of a place like Ishgard or Ul'dah or the Crystarium. The buildings around are tall and proud. But whether the stone is gray or brown or white, whether the weather is frigid or sandy-hot or just altogether too bright? Truthfully, it's too murky from the outset to tell.
The surroundings aren't the only thing that's nebulous and clouded-over, either. The people who wander the streets and keep vigil in the commercial districts are more formless shapes than proper faces — ideas of citizens, rather than the real thing. Mayhap if one were to look at them hard enough, and hold enough of a concept in one's mind, they might start to take on a form reminiscent of a person familiar, but...
But that's not how this dream goes, not for Summer.
There's something oppressive about this nightmare-that-isn't-quite-one-yet. There's a tension in the air, a creeping shadow of something not quite right. Mayhap you watch Summer for a while as she weaves her way through the shapeless crowds, seeming to look for — something. At length, you might discover the feeling that you're looking for something, too, though you couldn't possibly place what or why.
Maybe those are your own feelings. Maybe they're borrowed from the environment you've wandered into. Who's to say, really?
But in every iteration of the dream, sooner or later one of two things will happen: either Summer will notice you, if you happen to wander close enough for her to spot you, or if you choose to keep your distance, you'll eventually see her spot someone else.
In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't much matter. Either way, the outcome is the same:
What should be a familiar face, Summer discovers, abruptly isn't, and a look of slow and disbelieving horror crawls across her expression as she starts to back away, eyes wide and recognition (or rather, lack thereof) dawning.]
[OOC: So! As this is a dream/nightmare of Summer's, I'm willing to play with the elements of it and allow the overall flow of it to be affected by the visitor to her experience! The details just have to adhere to the basic outline above — she's in a reasonably urban-ish city environment (sorry, Gridania and Il Mheg), she eventually sees someone she knows, but when she approaches them, she doesn't appear to recognize them. Within those general guidelines, please feel free to add elements of your own! I'm willing to play fast and loose and just kind of see where things go from there.]
another night, another dream, but always you;
It's difficult to say offhand which city it might be, or if it's even one that truly exists to begin with. There are elements of consistency, certainly — it's cut stone underfoot, reminiscent of a place like Ishgard or Ul'dah or the Crystarium. The buildings around are tall and proud. But whether the stone is gray or brown or white, whether the weather is frigid or sandy-hot or just altogether too bright? Truthfully, it's too murky from the outset to tell.
The surroundings aren't the only thing that's nebulous and clouded-over, either. The people who wander the streets and keep vigil in the commercial districts are more formless shapes than proper faces — ideas of citizens, rather than the real thing. Mayhap if one were to look at them hard enough, and hold enough of a concept in one's mind, they might start to take on a form reminiscent of a person familiar, but...
But that's not how this dream goes, not for Summer.
There's something oppressive about this nightmare-that-isn't-quite-one-yet. There's a tension in the air, a creeping shadow of something not quite right. Mayhap you watch Summer for a while as she weaves her way through the shapeless crowds, seeming to look for — something. At length, you might discover the feeling that you're looking for something, too, though you couldn't possibly place what or why.
Maybe those are your own feelings. Maybe they're borrowed from the environment you've wandered into. Who's to say, really?
But in every iteration of the dream, sooner or later one of two things will happen: either Summer will notice you, if you happen to wander close enough for her to spot you, or if you choose to keep your distance, you'll eventually see her spot someone else.
In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't much matter. Either way, the outcome is the same:
What should be a familiar face, Summer discovers, abruptly isn't, and a look of slow and disbelieving horror crawls across her expression as she starts to back away, eyes wide and recognition (or rather, lack thereof) dawning.]
[OOC: So! As this is a dream/nightmare of Summer's, I'm willing to play with the elements of it and allow the overall flow of it to be affected by the visitor to her experience! The details just have to adhere to the basic outline above — she's in a reasonably urban-ish city environment (sorry, Gridania and Il Mheg), she eventually sees someone she knows, but when she approaches them, she doesn't appear to recognize them. Within those general guidelines, please feel free to add elements of your own! I'm willing to play fast and loose and just kind of see where things go from there.]