[ In dreams, landscapes don't always have to be consistent in order to feel real. There doesn't need to be an organic transition for things to knit together at the seams as though they belong that way. In this place, the world around them is a spectrum; Tony stands in dense woods at midnight.
All things feel dark, but in dreams the lighting doesn't so much matter. There are clusters of trees forward and backward for miles. To the left, things change form and color to muted, off-centered grey. To the right... well, the right is harder to understand. The right is blacks and reds, low burning fire, dense fog in places. The soft sounds of screaming, barely audible - and only when you're looking at it.
All three of these places give off a distinct and unmissable feeling of dread and foreboding. The sense that there are eyes upon you. In dreams, intuition doesn't need evidence - Tony will know just because that there is a predator on its way. A monster of some kind, big and unforgiving and lethal. The kind of thing that will not kill you, but rather do that abstract worse-than-death something by dragging you away into the dark. ]
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ → ᴛᴏɴʏ | ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sʜᴀʀᴇ
All things feel dark, but in dreams the lighting doesn't so much matter. There are clusters of trees forward and backward for miles. To the left, things change form and color to muted, off-centered grey. To the right... well, the right is harder to understand. The right is blacks and reds, low burning fire, dense fog in places. The soft sounds of screaming, barely audible - and only when you're looking at it.
All three of these places give off a distinct and unmissable feeling of dread and foreboding. The sense that there are eyes upon you. In dreams, intuition doesn't need evidence - Tony will know just because that there is a predator on its way. A monster of some kind, big and unforgiving and lethal. The kind of thing that will not kill you, but rather do that abstract worse-than-death something by dragging you away into the dark. ]