Lowering his crown to touch his nose to the jagged diamond, Azazel offered his magical essence to it, but it returned a simple vision... a rush down the same tunnel, yet it had no mist... it was as if it was some free creature before the caves were... well, caves. The roof above was blue, with white puffy things hanging from it, but who could know what it was. He could feel a chill run down his back, and his breath hitched as his vision filled with blood, and he teetered as his 'vision' fell into the strange grasses below.

Blinking and stepping away from the stone, Azazel hyperventilated a little. What was that?!

Rubies blinked, images flashing briefly through his memories and he shook them away. If he delved deeper, maybe he could find what that... blue roof was... and where it was... Once more, his crown tipped downwards and he tapped his beak lightly against the lifeless and cold stone, not knowing what would come next.

He had expected to see more, but all he could see was rot and decay, as the stone left it's body and eons passed by far too fast for the Ave to even register the wars that occurred. Suddenly, the caves were there in their glory, panning over the tunnel as mist began to settle in.

Azazel barely registered that he was in reality now, stumbling backwards and away from the stone. The sight... of that strange blue roof... that burned in his mind. Someday he would learn what it was. It almost looked like the roof of Orion... but bluer and brighter.