[ Pyra's hand grips his tightly, ceasing the tremble in her hands, and without further delay, Pyra presses his palm to the crystal upon her chest.
A teal-emerald, heatless light floods out from the connection, different this time from all the other moments in which he has made contact with it to enter Elysium. This is more than a simple transfer of him into her realm. This is the ritual to create a bond between them.
The light leaving her crystal wisps outward then converges, shooting down to the center of his chest. No physical force follows; no push, no shove, no impact or pressure comes with the power colliding against his skin as the light condenses; but the memories may begin to slow and then taper with just that, perhaps offering the clarity of his own thoughts to cut through the onslaught of others that impede. The light soon takes shape, solidifying into a crystal upon his chest, and within the realm of his soul and mind, it will immediately act as a damn to the new information being fed to it.
Within him, the light blooms within him like the wispy tendrils of the corona of a star, no longer teal but golden. It braids with his own power if it can, learning, integrating, and adapting to whatever extent it may. It is universal in its own realm, but foreign to his own; still, its nature is to reflect all, each particle, each waveform its own point of information it may amass or change into itself. So long as there is no other barrier, it will melt into him as if it were no more than another drop of his own Crystal's divinity, all while maintaining its own sovereignty.
More importantly, it will provide relief. The memories of all the world is something it can effectively process and store.
Whenever he awakens, they'll be in Elysium once more, his head in her lap again. Her cheeks bear a shine, wet with tears she's long since been done shedding. She's been waiting for him to wake, and while she knows he's safe, she doesn't know what toll those few initial seconds of delay on her part to reach him might have taken on him. ]
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A teal-emerald, heatless light floods out from the connection, different this time from all the other moments in which he has made contact with it to enter Elysium. This is more than a simple transfer of him into her realm. This is the ritual to create a bond between them.
The light leaving her crystal wisps outward then converges, shooting down to the center of his chest. No physical force follows; no push, no shove, no impact or pressure comes with the power colliding against his skin as the light condenses; but the memories may begin to slow and then taper with just that, perhaps offering the clarity of his own thoughts to cut through the onslaught of others that impede. The light soon takes shape, solidifying into a crystal upon his chest, and within the realm of his soul and mind, it will immediately act as a damn to the new information being fed to it.
Within him, the light blooms within him like the wispy tendrils of the corona of a star, no longer teal but golden. It braids with his own power if it can, learning, integrating, and adapting to whatever extent it may. It is universal in its own realm, but foreign to his own; still, its nature is to reflect all, each particle, each waveform its own point of information it may amass or change into itself. So long as there is no other barrier, it will melt into him as if it were no more than another drop of his own Crystal's divinity, all while maintaining its own sovereignty.
More importantly, it will provide relief. The memories of all the world is something it can effectively process and store.
Whenever he awakens, they'll be in Elysium once more, his head in her lap again. Her cheeks bear a shine, wet with tears she's long since been done shedding. She's been waiting for him to wake, and while she knows he's safe, she doesn't know what toll those few initial seconds of delay on her part to reach him might have taken on him. ]
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