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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
Re: THE COURTYARD
Each tree branch here is laden with an impossibly wide variety of shapes and colors. The fruits themselves—grapes, pomegranates, mandarins, species you can’t even name—are all vividly colored, as if fresh from some painter’s brush. How many kinds are there? Perhaps every kind? All of them—like everything else in this courtyard—are layered with a freckling of warm-glowing light. ]
Re: THE COURTYARD
[He goes to investigate the sportsballs, because if there's anything else K understands, it is sportsballs and the various different grades thereof. And by 'investigate' we mean of course 'stealing', because come on. How can he resist seeing if one of these things would improve his game. Does this thing bounce?]
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For all their impossible perfection, though, there is something almost welcoming about them—not a compulsion; just a gentle, almost home-y feeling. ]
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[It is so beautiful, in fact, he cannot bring himself to put it back down. He tucks it beneath his arm instead and goes to investigate the barricaded doors, because what is a barricaded door but a red-painted sign reading THIS WAY TO THE COOL STUFF?]
Re: THE COURTYARD
Unlike the front doors, they are not scuffed; no assailants ever entered here, it seems. ]
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[Do these walls look remotely scalable? Probably not, but do they look scalable if you are, say, an idiot.]
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[So, what happens if he kicks the door. For science.]
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It reverberates with a strangely beautiful harmony that feels like it's being played through your bones, and does not budge or even scuff. ]
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[He steps back, considering. Is there anything he can throw at this door?]
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[Maybe one of those sticks would do something...?
[Yeah. Okay. He's got no better ideas, so he's just going to pick up one of those sticks and start walloping it against the door, possibly until it breaks, in which case he'll just go and find another one.]
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[ At once, you feel it: the ground underneath your feet begins to rumble as something awakens from its slumber. The walls tremble, and then—wherever you are, you're suddenly met with a glassy octohedron. From it come pulses of what sounds like a chorus of song, gospel-like in the harmony—and then abruptly it changes shape, opening itself up as it approaches you.
Is that . . . That's not friendly, is it. Maybe you should go? ]
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[That's an angel, isn't it.
[That's an angel, and it very pointedly has not mentioned that he should not be afraid.
[Which means he probably should be.]
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[Then he runs for that open gate.]
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