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[colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.
Beauty (Stories, Colors, Aesthetic)[/i]

Might: 22
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-We start off in the Darkened Spires right after Vestec and Maeus leave.
-Ilunabar starts to build her Holy Site
-A lot of her actions were testing ground for it, planetary energy manipulation, building palaces out of rock, filling the land with symbols
-She makes a flash of energy and stabs Galbar and Reality with it.
-Then she dams the Dream energy trying to creep into reality and makes a bunch of places out of it
-It's her comfy anti-logos bunker...
-But she feels bad about making such defensive place
-The Dreamweaver explodes in her hand and knocks her out
-This leads to the creation of an unplanned land in her HS as well as the Fourth Diva
-Her name is Chronicle, and she is the diva of rhythm, she likes to be silly and doesn't talk.
-She also names the place Pictaraika, as Ilunabar was too busy rocking a poncho outfit to name stuff

Might spent: 14 to create the Holy Site. 8 to create the diva. (next one is 16 might, holy molly)

More information on the place will be delivered soon, no worries.
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With Logos' ominous arrival, both Vestec and Maeus left the Darkened Spires leaving the Muse alone to her own machinations.

The rift between Raka and Reality kept creating distortions in the area, with its odd root-like formations keeping certain stability to the flow of energy filling the region. Made of a material similar to that of the Arpeggio, these roots were an unexpected materialization of dream energy, but would be good to set up the guideline for much of the structure that would be built later.

Ilunabar considered about what she needed to build. She wanted a zone to call hers, her quarters of the Celestial Citadel was always limited, and after Zephyrion's departure, the negative points outweighed the positives. One of the worst losses was that she was no longer protected, the chaotic First Gale was for many reasons the only god she could prospect relying upon, as both were seekers of novelty. All others, even good friends like Teknall, had auras that felt harmful to her craft.

Leaving for the Raka was not a suitable solution. There was an uncanny relationship of isolationism and death among her siblings, furthermore, the quirk of having a rift like the one she was building was the interaction of the reality and dream. Protection would be delivered from the closeness to her own plane along with the very nature of what she was building.

"Now that the why is answered, let's move on to the what." she whispered to herself.

Seven layers of dreamscape, mimicking the Arpeggio, as it was a structural motif proven by time to work well. However, between the workshops that the Diva had requested and the functional dreams that needed to be built, nine different lands would be required. 

"Meimu can share a layer with Piena. Notte's project could house The Griffin with his trinkets."

The most delicate projects were the surface ones, codenamed by the Muse as "Shrine" and "Forest". Building the palace for Lifprasil was the easiest way to train for the Shrine and she felt assured about the project. The Forest, however, was more complicated since she did not have the means or the time to build up real flora from nothing.

She gazed at the rainbow like goo seeping from the "roots" and an idea crossed her mind. "Water would probably carry a lot of this, it would also dilute it." she grinned "I believe The Forest would grow healthier under natural sunlight, even if that means weakening it. In turn, this dark land inside will need its own terraforming. I believe an eternally moonlit archipelago will look particularly lovely."

She nodded to her own idea and proceeded to wave away all the doodles she had formed around. With a clap of her hand, she started to gather the energy necessary for the project.

Just like when the Phantasmagoria happened, the flow of dream energy in the planet took the skies, except this time it was painted in invisible colors and heavily condensed into thin streams instead of large storms.

The regions where the goddess had been active were particularly giving away far more energy than others, Alefpriel, Mesathalassa, Shalanoir, Julia and the Quara Homeland had been ritualistically prepared to aid such events by the core designs and motifs spread by Ilunabar.

The streams all condensed above the Darkened Spires until it became a collection of mirror like crystals. 

Finally, the goddess released a large amount of energy up the skies, the energy was trapped within the crystals and finally reflected on the Spires in the form of a massive beam that pierced the ground and greatly expanded the rift that had initiated with Vestec's actions.

It all happened as quickly as the flash of a lightning, and the Muse would have about as much time to fix the region before the lofty dreams and deep nightmares of the Raka tried to influence reality.

With one hand she gathered the shards of the mirror she had just created and used them to create the seventh layer and the one closest to the Raka. A dreamscape nicknamed the Purger, which manifested in the form of a silent monochromatic forest with some replicas of Galbarian buildings.

With the other hand, she launched her energy against the mountains that contained the Darkened Spires in sixteen different locations at regular intervals between one another, forming a perfect circle from the region's center. Each area struck was remolded from stone and crystal to a gorgeous building in a manner similar to how Lifprasil's palace had been built. These were nicknamed the Shrine, and they were the outermost layer, made mostly of reality with a hint of dreams.

The roots that spawned from the connection with Raka now rose from deep within the Galbarian underground and went as high as 2/3 of the height of the mountains that bordered the ever-dark zone created by a forgotten god.

With the hand that built the Raka, the goddess continued to lead the flow of dreams across the roots and crystals that regulated it. Along the way, dreamscapes were created, all yet to be named. 

First the so-called functional dreams. The Tower was formed of residual Vowzric influence and Simulacrum dreams, in it, The Griffin lived and speculated. The Hunting Ground was formed from the dreams of animals and simulated the early days of Raka before sentient life rose from what was Wild.

Then the workshops. For Notte The City, which twinkled with bright lights in the eternally nocturnal sky, a land of carnival whose romantic landscape is both too far into the future and too deep within the past to exist in reality. For Piena The Index, a museum of what she considered tasteful and useful and by its side Meimu's Botanical Garden, which right now was merely a collection of empty greenhouses, shadehouses and such, but would soon be fixed by the diligent diva. At the middle of it all was The Palace, the very throne of beauty, however, Ilunabar's mind had yet to establish a proper design for it, therefore the land was little more than emptiness and arcadian landscape.

Meanwhile, the surface was still being reshaped. The Muse fully patched the land to fully hide under the ground the illogical pieces of land she had just created. Once that was done, she created a connection to the nearby sea with the purpose of flooding most of the Darkened Spires, thus creating the Isles. 

While the flow of water would enter from the east, it also had to leave. As expected, the water itself was heavily charged with the bizarreness of the rift she had built, problematic, but far from dangerous. Ilunabar decided to let the liquid flow down the west, knowing very well it would infect the wildlife and flora until it became a fabulous landscape know as The Forest.

Finally gathering her hands together, the Muse clapped her hands announcing the end of yet another project, the large flow of energies came to a halt. It was a success, and it would lead to much more, or at least that was what she hoped, yet everything still needed a name.

In the freshness of creation it shouldn't be hard to think of something, but somehow Ilunabar felt lost. Depression after completing a long project was something common between artists, but Ilunabar couldn't recall feeling such despondency before.

"I had some ideas before, but those names are gone, I visualized it as a flowing connection, but in truth, this place is awfully static."

The very fact the rift between the worlds was formed from roots felt like a symbol of that, trees were awfully static, crystals too. Perhaps it had to do with the desire of creating archives and a safe zone.

"Safe..." she pondered, wondering if that was what bothered her about the finished visage of her work.

Had she turned defensive? The discussion between her servant and Marel Vascogne came to mind, the reason why she had gifted The Griffin to that woman was the fact that unlike other rulers, she knew the importance of the fluidity of power, even if she denied the concept of natural harmony. Or did she just not care about it? Either way, Ilunabar could remember the punch as if it had been on her face.

"I wouldn't turn defensive if I could trust my siblings, but I can't." 

Of course, there was always the possibility of being more invasive instead, for example, ways to deal with Logos that didn't involve building a hole in the ground and the promise of mutual destruction. 

It was, in fact, her first alternative, but Vestec berating it like he did dent her courage. Moreover, Maeus being born showed she didn't have full consciousness of the repercussions of her projects, with a god like Logos it could have been even worse.

Furthermore, she had collected a lot of achievements and projects to look after, it was natural they would bring her from a focus in activity to a focus on security.

"In truth, it is not defensiveness, this is not about providing protection. I'd say it is closer to just leaving the stage. And not because of Logos' ire, but because I must deal with his ire, and I don't want to deal with it, all possible results of being diligent over it are bad, therefore, I pick exclusion."

She pondered on what she just said. This felt like overthinking the issue, she didn't want to deal with external trouble and therefore decided to create a safer zone. The true issue is that ever since she finished this project all ideas crossing her head felt like little more than velleity. Everything was flowing naturally thanks to mortal ingenuity, meanwhile, she was somewhat motionless.

And that is what lead to this circumstance, little to do, a lot to defend, a boring combination.

In a moment of bravado she gave orders to herself just to cast away any more thought in the matter, surely a solution would come naturally therefore it was better to just move on

"I still need to name the zones and everything, let me get onto that instead of brooding over trivialities. Come Dreamweaver."

The harp appeared, but it felt heavy. 

"Strange, but it makes sense, taking into account the stress caused by the creation of this land."

Carelessly, Ilunabar picked up the harp and touched its string, at the very moment, she felt the energy being drained from her body followed by it echoing in an explosive surge.

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Ilunabar woke up to find herself at the Quiet Forest, The Purger. She felt weak, not only in the sense of the lack of energy, which she had already experienced before but spiritually weak, like a tired artisan who sees nothing but white in an empty canvas and marble in a block of marble.

Even her clothing felt awfully heavy and binding, especially the jewelry. She quickly opted to get rid of most of it with the exception of a cape she extended to fully cover herself.

"This feels good, it's also very light. I think there is no need to be fancy when you are in exile anyway." The sentence felt alien when she finished it, she wasn't sure why, in fact, she noticed she was in The Purger but called it The Quiet Forest, she had never named anything herself.

Lifprasil's call echoed in her mind bringing her attention out of the issue.

"What poor timing." she sighed, but she liked Lifprasil, and it was not like she was going to visit him personally anyway, so there was no danger in it. 

[Continued in a Collab]

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The Divas were somewhat confused as they crossed the root caverns and dream connections that existed in the borders of each land of the Pictaraika. Ilunabar was supposed to meet with them again at the center where they would discuss the construction of the palace, yet so far, the Muse was nowhere to be seen.

"Che, I wonder what she is up to." complained Notte.

"It is very odd that she is late, do you think this project was too taxing on her?" Piena pondered.

The sound of a musical note echoed from the fake skies of the dreamscape. 

"Did you hear that? It felt like a bell being played. Maybe she is on the wrong layer." said Meimu.

Piena was confused.

"It can't possibly be. The Palace is a central region since it doesn't share its layer with other dreamscapes. The only other two of these are the Purger, which is downwards, and the Shrines, which are far too high for us to even listen to them."

Without thinking twice, the Diva of Aesthetic flew up the air and in the direction of the sound. To her surprise, she found a full fledged dreamworld up there, the entire land was made of brass instruments, organ pipes, cogs, and strings, as if it was a gigantic music box.

"What is this? There is no mention of it in the project..." Notte commented.

"There is someone walking around it, it doesn't feel like our Lady Master." once again Piena was the first to take the initiative to explore the situation.

The person was a girl, slim, a bit short with bright orange hair and a very tired looking face, still, she had a smile on her face. She was carelessly strolling around the musical themed landscape and was wearing odd clothes that despite exotic felt quite plain looking.

"Who are you?" Piena asked.

The girl turned around into a sudden, and a bit silly, movement. She started writing a sentence into the air.

- You should know your sister - 

"Another Diva?" Meimu lamented as being the oldest mattered very little for the Divas, in fact, sometimes she felt like it was the opposite.

"This is so abrupt, I thought I was supposed to be the last one."

- The name is Chronicle. Diva of Rhythm -