[*Note: This is a fanfiction type Rp, to explain how he ended up in Evelon. This all takes place during The Sandstorm Pt 1 for anyone who is curious]
He'd gone through the vortex, the one that drew him almost as if it had called to him in the sweetest of voices. Its colors had pulled at something deep inside of him, and so he had left his studio only for a moment to see what lay on the other side. Now Cecil found himself standing in a slightly overgrown area, that strangely looked like a park. Behind him the swirls of darkness and indigo shrank further and further back in the evening light, before vanishing into the tree completely. He had promised not to be long, that was the last thing he had said as he'd left his booth. Now he didn't know where he was, or even how to return. Here, where ever here was, was silent and still. The sun would set in a few hours it seemed, but nothing moved around him. For a moment Cecil wondered if this was some strange hallucination, if staring at the vortex had caused him to imagine this place.