"..." Cullthane said nothing as he woke up, flying up to the ceiling of the place they were in, forming a structure that was very familiar to those who knew him, it was a crystalline formation, one that glittered various colors, no, it wasn't a rainbow, but one that coursed with magical energy, the sharp spines on the bottom of it and the lack of a ladder dictated one must jump or fly up.
If one looked at the structure held up by magic and pearl-like chains when they were on it they would see a long grassy field with trees around here and there, various fruits long thought completely eradicated filling them, with the center being a fairly boring-looking structure, just a white-wood house, but entering it one would see an ornately decorated structure with shelves of countless books further then even Cullthane himself could see, lights that allowed for easy reading shone down onto the various tables and chairs, with orbs on stands to find what book an individual was looking for, and at the opposite end of the entrance was Cullthane's study, dust settling on the door and knob due to over a thousand years of not being used.
Cullthane let out a long sigh and began walking to his study steadily, passing by brand new trees and bushes with new fruit, it was like a capsule that contained everything that was though lost and forgotten... but here, nothing was ever truly lost and forgotten, kept alive by a Cullthane of better days and never forgotten by the Seraphim of Arcturus.
