[It's summer--there's the low buzz of cicadas in the background, but the place itself? Is rather hard to discern.
Mostly, it's a blend of colour, the images in the dream waving like heat coming off pavement. There are sounds and smells of summer--okonomiyaki, the calls of vendors, sounds of traffic. Against a smudge of grey that may be a building Naoki is leaning, watching something only he can see, his eyes flickering back and forth.
Further away down the splash of grey that's the street? The colours solidify and trail into sandy browns and the wavering dreamscape trails into sharp wasteland that stretches far, far away, the sky changing into black, looking almost like its made up of buildings.
He's not moving from his spot, though, ignoring that other landscape even as it begins to creep closer.]
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Mostly, it's a blend of colour, the images in the dream waving like heat coming off pavement. There are sounds and smells of summer--okonomiyaki, the calls of vendors, sounds of traffic. Against a smudge of grey that may be a building Naoki is leaning, watching something only he can see, his eyes flickering back and forth.
Further away down the splash of grey that's the street? The colours solidify and trail into sandy browns and the wavering dreamscape trails into sharp wasteland that stretches far, far away, the sky changing into black, looking almost like its made up of buildings.
He's not moving from his spot, though, ignoring that other landscape even as it begins to creep closer.]