"Visit this picture that paints a new face My Child.
That no place contains enough Oblivion.
To replace the pitcher that holds only ventilation.
With the water of life in which asphyxiated gravitation
Releases notion of Heaven"

Betwixt vexation I pondered the words worlds.
Flowing through my veins like aquatic birds.
Clouds possessing mythological shape.
Formed in the shadow of my eye.
Steadfast supernova speculation.

"Absent even wings flight remains easy.
Exposure to the stars; fly in the web, man in the dream.
Always leaves an alternate more difficult to fease."

A staff made of pure energy ignites in The Oneironaut's hand. He motions a feeling; an object, and the lightstaff explodes from his fingertips. Traveling out upward spinning into the air. That gasp of air before the spark had detonated. His presence holed by the thought and he was gone. At his new destination. Another breath and the staff would reveal itself to be something more... A double-sided lightsabre. The first move was made. As was the last. The incredible speed of the attack allowed another attack of only slighty increased determination to land its fatal blow instead. Vibroblade variations were sometimes modified in a way that allowed them to move faster than lightsabres. Etching the air with a tail on occasion. Often still instilling the same devastation to a vessel as a lightblade.