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[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Taking a closer look at that fountain]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ Notably, you are now alone.

But yes... yes you can certainly recognize this place, and that fountain:

It's beautiful... or at least it clearly once was. Its base—the places where is hasn't been shattered, that is—is of pure white stone, cut without blemish, lines perfectly straight. Whatever the sculpture once was, though, is impossible to say. From some angles it looks like it could be the base of a person; from others, it just looks like alien geometry.

But unlike the last time you were here (wherever "here" is), 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. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hmmmm. Curious.

What if he tries to uses "Repair" to bring the sculpture back to its formal glory?

Tried and true question of do Hell powers have the power to create as well as destroy?]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ There's no more statue there, in fact. 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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Attempts to open the gate or at least peer what is behind it]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ The gate 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 wanted. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He heads back toward the flowers though giving the tree a bit of a wide berth as he circles it.]

Hadassah, this was your game and your place, was it not?

Do you still have a connection to this place?

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ Speaking aloud... well, you don't hear anything at all, in response.

Was it actually her place, or just something borrowed? ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No? Interesting.

[And then he's going to turn and walk through the shining white gate because that's much more on brand for him]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ So it is.

As you pass through the gate, 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. ]