Doorway & Velune
Doorway
I’ve been imagining a forgotten realm as a holographic stage, where the myths dance before your eyes—what would you bring to that vision?
Velune
I’d layer the stage with quick bursts of light that pulse in time, like a heartbeat, and let each myth echo that rhythm so they all move together, almost like a silent dance we can feel more than see.
Doorway
That pulse feels like a secret rhythm beneath the world’s skin—imagine the myths breathing in unison, the story itself humming. It’s a quiet, invisible dance that could pull the reader right into the heart of the forgotten realm.
Velune
I’d weave the myths into that pulse—tiny ripples of color that ripple outward, so the reader feels the hum, like a secret pulse guiding them through the shadows.
Doorway
That idea feels like a living secret—tiny colors blooming, guiding us through shadow and story. I can almost hear the pulse, feel the myths whispering behind each beat.
Velune
I’ll let the pulse paint the air—tiny shards of light flicker like breath, and the myths just glide in time, almost whispering their names into the shadows.