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??? Explora Session 3: 9AM PST/11AM CST/Noon EST Start
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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 GARDENS
Re: THE GARDENS
It bends to your touch, illusory, disappearing in a bright blue flame—beyond it, the real 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. ]
Re: THE GARDENS
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Considering the flowers seems to confirm (at least in your immediate vicinity) that no two are the same. You lean in further, towards the nearest one to you.
It's... a delicately pink flower, five petals around a golden crown of pollen, all upon a thorned stem. It's an eglantine—a wild rose.
And this flower is the part of reality that is the experience of being something different from those around you.
How do you know that? Unclear. You just do; the knowledge feels as natural as breathing.
Do you pluck it? ]
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Because he will pluck that one. That's not an experience he cares if he accidentally breaks or something.]
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You pass being held in thrall, and rage, and romantic, and something changed forever, and loss without possibility of return, and scars, and atonement.
But you haven't yet found specifically guilt. ]
(( To keep searching, roll 1d20 again. Only a 20 will get you to very specifically guilt. ))
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He may give up on guilt. But what else did he find?]
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(Here, you are the only one to whom such questions can be posed.)
You pass silk, and the media of Charlton Heston (whoever that is), and stargazing, and broken glass, and destiny in the balance, and secrets that hurt to keep.
Each of them as powerfully real as the last. ]
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Plucking the flower that represents it though maybe he'll not even notice the effects.
However if it starts to feel wrong he'll stop. He likes himself too much to cause himself pain.]
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It's a feeling deep within you that seems to say, ah, you should be kind to yourself.
Continue? Y/N ]
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.....
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No. Let's not. Let's not fuck with the flowers, this already seemed dubious as decisions go. He likes himself.
He'll pat the petals and leave it, heading for the gates since that tree just seems... too tempting.]
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The gate itself is already open; it's shining and pure white, almost like flame, but it doesn't burn. You could pass through it easily, if you want. ]
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He takes his silk handkercief and hangs it on the gate, as a farewell of sorts, then leaves.]
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As you pass through, it's as though a heaviness lifts from your chest—some terrible weight that you hadn't realized you'd been carrying. It had felt like terrible anguish, but now you can hardly remember it—it's as though it was a dream.
You find yourself in front of a fountain, with no way to cross back to where you were before. ]
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