[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    endured and where his past self clearly must not have had the resilience and insight to truly grasp more than the edges of the Gold, it seemed that the Azure-eyed Hunter he’d become was far better equipped for such things. Yet, it was of course not an easy thing, not even slightly pleasant, but he pushed and pushed and eventually broke through even as breathe heated his neck and an invasive force coiled about his very bones, invading his nerves even as it pressed in on his mind from every angle.

Though he was unaware of it, he’d begin to shake, first slight shivers here and there, then full body quakes that rocked through him. By the time he was nearly breaking through, nearly immersed in the expanding rays–the living tendrils of light that emanated from the brilliant core of the thread of Golden awareness deep in his mind…well, he was shaking almost violently as if he were nearly having some kind of fit or seizure. His body had leaned forward, fingers between the cobbles of the path, clawed deep into the mud wrought by the rain. Yet, his face would seem bizarrely serene, marred only by an expression of intense, shut-eyed focus.

Then it happened, the thread came into his mind and spoiled out, unraveling in a spiral until it was a solid circle–or a sphere…or a sphere within a sphere that was somehow still its own contiguous shape with no boundaries between the spheres as if the two were one and the same. Then it blossomed, like a flower…no, like a rising sun with its living rays spreading out in every direction. It glowed brightly, pulsing like a heartbeat of unearthly fire and radiance. Yet, it felt purifying, not sickly, holy rather than cloying even despite its touch–its breath, its clamorous voices–shifting all throughout his brain.

Finally with a final pulse Farren gasped, the projection of a new Rune manifested itself, and he opened his eyes all at once.

His mind felt clearer in that moment, brighter, and the sensations in his body began to fade even as he kept his focus on the Rune.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Ophelia!”[/b][/color] He called out after a too-quiet attempt at speech, the first having come out strange and garbled, his tongue and throat having somehow [i]twisted[/i] in impossible directions.

Then, even as he held the Rune, Farren decided to try one other thing. He called upon the Messengers, willing them to try and interpret the Rune…perhaps to tell him what they could of its strange nature and the connections they could feel spilling off from its Golden Radiance and off distantly into some other realm of the Nightmare. Perhaps like with Memories and items and armaments they could give them some insight here as well.