An Ocular Fantasy

”Good evening maam may I take your luggage?” Asked the hotel attendant slighty in the manor youd expect from a person in the hollow district.

“Uh yes take my luggage up and into the room Ill be staying in.”

Cherry leaves crossed paths of hotel guests with a mountain fog giving the walking areas an excitement of the unexplored.

“Ahh, I always hate getting to this place but the stay always brings a great sense of living.” The ladys sons relief of being upstairs, breaths out,

“Yea well it was great the first time we were here and now I dont know, when is the mytisism going to turn into actual magical things?”

“Yea I dont know. I bet there will be some sort of mortal kombatish news update, show down in the lobby by the end of this friday night.”

The way to get to the hollow district is a lowly and underworldly enough excursion then getting to the hotel in the picture above is treacherous. The mystic nature on the way to the hotel was a wide range of lite up shrubs and magically lite floating jelly creatures. The dinky unkept road leading to the front entrance winds in all the ways along the mountain for an unexpected comfortable ride, but an uncomfortablely slow and cliff hanging pace and view.

“What is with this exo-structure?” Yelled the son.

“Yea I dont know.” Replied the mother. “You think the exostruture transforms later tonight and sorta gives off a magical pulse?” asked the son again.

“Yea I dont know. Ill tell you one thing though the show later will be one to remember.” Replied the mother again.

“Hmm” Wondered the son.

“What do you mean, remember?”

For Fourty minutes the mom and son sat staring at each other and the walls, and not talking, after the ackward yet satisfying magic conversation. Gradually, in the later lull, a thick dull hallucinogenic haze grew and glowed out of the exo-structure crossing the walls of the room as seemless as nothingness and something would react to each other.

“The remnants of the last time?....” Whispered the mother.

Eldar spirits started to flood the room and flicker out of existence in a banshee spur.

Hotel attendants broke into the room yelling “You must not engage in magical states of the third or forth degree before nine a clock!”

The time magic pumped one time and them warped into dust particles, leaving the son without his mother.

The hotel attendant gasped as they said “What did you do!? What did you do!?”

“I dont know I was just thinking of the last time we were here and then my thoughts starting speeding around and into a point, until that portal appeared, and now my mom is gone! I might have the same question for you, what was that, that happened, what did YOU do!?” Said the son.

“Magical states between the third and the forth degrees are time based and leaves traces everywhere, so anything could of started it! You say your thoughts started speeding up and you’ve been here before. Hmm?” Said the hotel attendants.

“Well she’s probably fine, she knows her magic, im only an apprentice Puritan.”

‘Somewhere in a parallel world, Hollow District Outworld’

“This is the same place we were the first time in the hollow district, Outworld. This is some type of time magic between the third and forth degrees. Well what why I dont have any problems with time, I guess the show began a little early tonight. Well now what? I knew this place was magical but this seems like something intended for me to be here.”

The majority of magic in outworld is always kept stagnating and gravitating toward a scecret place, inherently known but hardly reflected upon. The unliklyhood that this magic naturally materialized would first have to be phenomenally disconnected from a person, who had the intension to use time magic. Time had deteriorated the intricate hotel decorations as if the fabric of space had worn against its existence. Suddenly ten hooded cult shadowy figure stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed in steampuck enthusiast gear with clock gears and cogs draped and attached, some functional in their bodys. This gave them a part human part mechanical status.

“We have been wondering when you would recieve our message from the traffic of the fabric of space. We called you to have you understand that we cannot allow this hotel to have its memories of itself. We want you to know nothing from the Eldar Dragon Union has progress action against you and your son since you and your son don’t actively seek the path in question. Know this though maam outworld will always have a trace of attendance with you and your son when your in outworld.” Said one the of the cultists.

“Oh, well we didnt know that.”

“We know that maam yet still we cant have you here in the past catching up to future by any extent, so we message you directly, and now you understand, and we have unbinded you from this lost place.”

“oh, well thank you”

“ your welcome maam.”

Immediately the portal that had brought her there had brought her back to the present. The true magic of the magic in the hollow district was kept alive through a brief intervening of the Eldar Dragon Union in an ancient dragon wooded hotel keeping all the outworld and beyond safer.