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[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[syckophant]

[Getting to the garden, Eichi.... regards the water dubiously as he stands near Tenn, trying to just stick nearby.]

Hmmmm. This is definitely new.

[To him, anyway. He didn't exactly explore a lot before.]

here is your LONGASS EXPOSITION

[idolpro]

[ With every step you take, more of the mist peels away. You aren't even all the way to the fountain before the stones beneath your feet almost seem to bend to the touch of your footsteps.

As the mist dissipates, the edges of it flicker vivid blue.

Behind you, the path where you've walked is no longer stone, but a strip of grassy meadow. You turn to study it, puzzled, and... all it takes is that focused intent:

The rest of the garden bends like refracting light—an illusion that disappears in a bright flash of that same blue flame. And now the true garden stands before you: a meadow beneath a sky that shimmers with the shifting rainbow of light, with the horizon stretching as far as the eye can see. As the colors merge into that horizon, they form a pure-glowing white. The meadow itself, filled with flowers, reflects the sky in its rainbow. In fact, one might notice that no two flowers are exactly alike in color or breed.

You yourself stand at an entrance: a gate of white metal that gives off its own light.

It feels as though one mystery—the mystery of where you are—is slowly beginning to resolve, but how you got here is still a wonder. It weighs on your mind, in the back of your throat like a lump, but at once, you feel as though the drowsiness still remains, and your eyelids feel heavy.

Some yards away, there is a single tree. Its swaying branches beckon you to rest beneath them, if only for a moment.

Up close to the tree, you can see that its leaves are lush and green, but not of any species you can particularly identify. Actually, it's more like... the platonic ideal of a tree? And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow. So you do. Surely don't mean to nod off completely, but you find yourself drifting off anyway.

You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .

And perhaps you don't see it now, but somewhere on your body, you'll later find the markings of two flowers, completely irremovable.

But before you can consider that further, you have other problems, which is to say a weird octagon enveloping you while chorusing menacingly, which deposits you—elsewhere. ]