Disgusting and enticing. Familiar and exotic. Obnoxious and clandestine. Polar opposites waltzed within the cavernous space, the yin and yang of humanity broiling in a place where sunlight would never shine. It was perpetual night, the 'clouds' so thick that it was fire and lightning that cast shadows, a smog of tobacco and opium drift upwards. A whimsical paradise, an obscene temple. Drinks were purchased, destinations were set, all amidst…
…the gentle chatter of the restaurant, waiters pirouetting around customers as they delivered dish by steaming dish under the orange haze of the afternoon. It was a comfy establishment, pasta and pizza being a specialty. The forks and knives, silver, glittered under the incandescent lighting, as a baritone serenade rattled from a music box. The clockwork machinations were fascinating in how they could replicate voices, but at that moment, it was the…
…words that entranced her the most. They did not swim in her eyes, invisible connections did not form from article to article. No, they simply stayed where they were, as her ears filtered out the buzz of the crowd passing by her. Frightening and yet, calming, the experience of merely 'absorbing' information was. There was no longer a frantic hive, no longer ideas forming at near-light speed only to self-destruct and reform. It was merely a pleasant experience. Perhaps she could…
…stop now. The silver-haired bartender was glancing in his direction, both at the tab he had accumulated and at himself, downing drinks one by one by himself. He could feel the warmth spreading from his core into the rest of his body, tension slowly fading away even as his own thoughts became more muddled. His staff was still not repaired, but his own pride would not allow him to ask for someone else to fix it for him. The dim lighting, the almond-smell of cheap cigars, the clatter of billiards, it twisted and turned, filling him with…
…nothing at all. Only a quiet, lonely room. Her room, unadorned with any decorations that would have made it 'hers'. It was much smaller than her personal room back home, but it was also much too large. The ceiling was too high. The bed was too big. The empty space was simply cavernous, as if it would swallow her solitude whole. The entire day was spent there, and still, she couldn't feel comfortable at all. Something was missing, a certain drive that she was missing in the core of her being. It was bitter, and though she was hungry, she…
…awakened, one eye glimmering.
They stared.
Into the endless darkness.
Into the stardust ocean.
Into the marble graveyard.
The three altars they stood in.
And the gray sun that remained in every one of them, peering from above.
<Destructed World Manifested>
<Destructed World Stabilized>
@Asuras @Zombehs
There was no light, and yet, they could still see themselves. Were they floating? Were they falling? Were they upside down? With no landmarks and no sense that even gravity was properly affecting their body, there was an incredible sensation of disorientation within the void. Punishment, perhaps, for their last choices? Or, maybe, this emptiness was preferrable to the hostile, self-destructive environment they were in before?
Only the light of their singular golden eyes shone within the blackness.
And only a murderous impulse, not their own, gave them any indication of what had to be done.
@Psyker Landshark @Click This
A field of debris floated all about them, glowing luminescently in the dark blue space. Below, there was no ground. Above, there was no sky. The field of debris continued on in every direction, each of them spinning around gently, bouncing against each other. The gravitational pull on their body was weaker than before, giving both of them a sense of weightlessness, but at the same time...if they fell, how far would they fall?
Up above, the gray sun persisted, debris forming an irregular staircase leading up to it.
There was no longer an eradicating light. No light at all.
As if it restrained itself to invite Icarus to the heavens.
@Jakers @Jageroux @Random
Ten thousand stone pillars rose up in rebellion of the azure sky as a thick fog obstructed the ground that their feet had settled upon. The heavy vapours chilled exposed flesh, and the air itself had a sharp taste to it. White breath left their nostrils and mouths, and silence reigned supreme over the solemn graveyard. Nothing moved. Nothing lived. The air weighed down on them, as if they were amongst those in a funeral service.
And the obelisk stood, all the same, standing above ten thousand pillars in reverence.
Compelling and repelling.
<Destroy the Targets Within The Time Limit>
<Prove Your Love Is True>
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