[005] Dreams of Past Times
[For anyone wandering into Cain's dream tonight, there will be nothing but white corridors. A white room with thick glass around the outside, seemingly empty and the man himself is a mere child. Perhaps ten or eleven, wearing a neatly pressed uniform and pushing at small golden glasses to keep them sliding off his nose.]
It's Christmas.
[He smiles as he starts pressing buttons on a control panel on the wall, the room shifting and becoming a false simulation of a snowy field with hills and sledges waiting to be ridden. Jumbled memories of this time and Paradisa overlaying one another in a warm fuzzy glow. He knows this isn't real, but... it's nice all the same.]
Do you want to build a snowman with me?
[ooc: Open. The snow is a real-feeling holographic projection in a room on an artificial colony on Mars. God what even, lmao.]
It's Christmas.
[He smiles as he starts pressing buttons on a control panel on the wall, the room shifting and becoming a false simulation of a snowy field with hills and sledges waiting to be ridden. Jumbled memories of this time and Paradisa overlaying one another in a warm fuzzy glow. He knows this isn't real, but... it's nice all the same.]
Do you want to build a snowman with me?
[ooc: Open. The snow is a real-feeling holographic projection in a room on an artificial colony on Mars. God what even, lmao.]