Angelo discovers cosmic

[03:47] The smell of sulfur. Perhaps this was a good location as any-- Perhaps not. He knew that this was a place with massive dislodgements of the ground, where the magma rumbled underneath his feet, moving at every inch that he traveled through.

Each step was heavy, and the wooden rod always guided him forth. The rocks around him rumbled, giving way into him -- He had learned how to see the differences of altitude in the ground, so at least, he could mentalize the different paths he could take to rise to the top of the volcano.

And there it was. Late at night, the blind boy sat down on top of the mountain, the blackened image of the world caring for nothing. He simply put both knees to the ground, and rose his head up high, imagining the stars up above.

"Where the lifestream flows..." He thought, trying to picture from the depths of his memory, whatever colors and forms the stars would have in the skies. Of course, such forms were indescribable to other people, most too abstract to even be possible. However, such was the limit of his imagination.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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[04:39] And there he stood, for a long while. A few hours, even, simply staring upwards. Trying to imagine the stars, to feel them, hands supporting on the ground, allowing the familiar rumble to feed into his emotions. Allowing the familiar rumble to finally guide him to where he wanted.

Focusing on... Something.
Focusing on...
Focusing...
Focus...

Focus.

That was what Rose said, and almost by accident, the blind boy stared up. He allowed it to penetrate him, the faint lighting emitted by the stars in the warm night. Perhaps if he wasn't this close to magma, he'd be freezing by now.

But the heat itself was almost punishing. He was sweating, and not a small bit. Covered in it, yet, he managed to focus upon what was the object of his meditation, the stars that laid above him. Their own energy...

How they guided. How they illuminated those around him, how the seamen used it to know where they should go. How it could be... Useful to him. Both hands rose up, towards nowhere in specific. Any emanation of special energy that he could feel, even, wouldn't be an exaggeration.

And like that, he waited. And waited. His arms tired, covered in pain, and yet he maintained himself. A flash of earth came forth to aid him, for the first time his magic seeing any sort of use beyond the simple tremors used to scout his surroundings.

And now, if he could open his eyes, he'd see. The beacon of light, coming from a myriad of stars, unto him. Cosmic energy fed the young boy's energy, finally giving him something to... Use any sort of magic.

It is as if they aligned, specifically for him. If it was the brief explanations of cosmic magic he had heard in the past, or simply the emotional wish to -feel- the stars, Angelo was clearly having his objective fulfilled.

The bright yellow energy ran through his veins, fueling only further the slowly forming armor of rocks around his arms, allowing the tired limbs to still stand. And when it came time that he felt too much power being drained unto him, the cosmic energy started to burn from his insides.

Deep, deep inside. They simply burned through his veins, until he was finally able to remove his hands from the cosmic rays, breaking the earth pillars that held his arms still.

And as they penetrated his shoulders once, the blackness which overtook his vision was briefly overtaken by the surge of energy that laid inside his body.

For the briefest of moments, a stronger thrum echoed against the walls... And like that, the young boy knew not only the landscape from memory. He had scanned it, the earth resonating and communicating with him.

A step closer.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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