when you step forward, the stone and dust crunches beneath your feet. twin suns arc overhead, and as far as the eye can see there is nothing but sand and rock. an expanse of earth and what appears to be a city, built into the very bones of the planet. those who have lived here (because you are certain that there are, were once homes. that there were souls that occupied these walls) carved their lives into the arches and points, the dips and caverns of the desert's surface.
you may remain in the desert for a time if you like, but make no mistake, you belong in these walls. the city is a beacon, a promise of the familiar despite it's strangeness- each place where formality and ritual have eclipsed all promise and desire for comfort.
against the scorching heat, the subtle change in gravity, you know you will find shelter there. and yet- the city itself is empty. there are no words. no faint shuffling of footsteps against stone. no movement a short distance away.
you will spend the next three days in absolute solitude- three days that to your mind, will be nearly a year. and you will spend every minute of which searching for someone, anyone else. ]
Vulcan Otherworld| days 1-3| ota
when you step forward, the stone and dust crunches beneath your feet. twin suns arc overhead, and as far as the eye can see there is nothing but sand and rock. an expanse of earth and what appears to be a city, built into the very bones of the planet. those who have lived here (because you are certain that there are, were once homes. that there were souls that occupied these walls) carved their lives into the arches and points, the dips and caverns of the desert's surface.
you may remain in the desert for a time if you like, but make no mistake, you belong in these walls. the city is a beacon, a promise of the familiar despite it's strangeness- each place where formality and ritual have eclipsed all promise and desire for comfort.
against the scorching heat, the subtle change in gravity, you know you will find shelter there. and yet- the city itself is empty. there are no words. no faint shuffling of footsteps against stone. no movement a short distance away.
you will spend the next three days in absolute solitude- three days that to your mind, will be nearly a year.
and you will spend every minute of which searching for someone, anyone else. ]