[He closes his eyes and pictures turning Gilan to Ecbatana. The tall stone buildings and arches, fountains and artworks, the bustling capital and all its splendor...
...but it's been a long time since he's seen it intact, and when he opens his eyes again a moment later, he can see that he was only partly successful. The city is like a mosaic, walls flickering between intact or torn to rubble. Soldiers march down the street in armor that shifts from Parsian to Lusitanian styles as they go. A nearby square is full of market stands, cheerful washer women, and a pile of burning books.
He shakes his head and scowls, banishing the images from his mind and forcing Gilan to reappear instead.]
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[He closes his eyes and pictures turning Gilan to Ecbatana. The tall stone buildings and arches, fountains and artworks, the bustling capital and all its splendor...
...but it's been a long time since he's seen it intact, and when he opens his eyes again a moment later, he can see that he was only partly successful. The city is like a mosaic, walls flickering between intact or torn to rubble. Soldiers march down the street in armor that shifts from Parsian to Lusitanian styles as they go. A nearby square is full of market stands, cheerful washer women, and a pile of burning books.
He shakes his head and scowls, banishing the images from his mind and forcing Gilan to reappear instead.]
...It seems like I can't control it entirely.