Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5583506-20150914044205

As he plucked the rose, he would become aware of how the cliffside seemed to pull back beneath his feet, exposing him to standing in mid-air above the ocean, but just as he was about to fall, the enviroment shifted once again. The night sky, the ocean, the cliff, the moon and the roses all dissolved as if they had been made out of leaves. He would soon find himself standing once again with his feet steadily on the streets of Windhelm, in the exact same position as he had been in the realm of dreams.

The black rose was still in his hand and slowly unfolded and shifted into a healthy white.