??? Explora Session 3: 9AM PST/11AM CST/Noon EST Start

[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[neigh_sayer]

[is floating around with float potion, this place seems trippy. continues to sip his milk/honey/wine concoction]

[gonna float over to the trees to pluck some fruit. are they like the fruits in the courtyard?]

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[idolpro]

[ They're... sort of like the fruits in the courtyard? But the selection is much more limited: you can see pomegranates, apples, some scattered grape vines, some things that look like weird bumpy lemons, and some brown bean pods. None of them have that coating of light, and none of them have that welcoming feeling to them.

Instead, looking at them makes you feel... mournful, almost. You're so sure they would be delicious, but also they couldn't possibly be for you. ]

2/2

[idolpro]

[ You go to actually pluck one of the fruits, and... it bends to your touch, illusory, disappearing in a bright blue flame.

...And now, spreading before you, is the real garden: 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: 2/2

[neigh_sayer]

[...siiiiiiip.

probably milk and honey isn't helping with the drowsiness, and fuck does he feel tired. But. . .he's alone. He can't rest now, he can't, he can't he can't.

. . .

He floats up to the gate, putting a hand against it, and pushing gently. Will it open?

And if it doesnt'...well, if it's a gate, can he shrink and go thru?]

Re: 2/2

[idolpro]

[ The drowsiness feels peaceful. Meditative, even. But it isn't so strong you can't shake it off with a bit of focus.

The gate feels searing hot to the touch, but somehow not in a way that burns. More like a purity so intense that the only way your nerves know how to interpret it is as white heat.

That said, you don't exactly need to open it. It's simply a doorway: an opening out of this place. ]

Re: 2/2

[idolpro]

[ The gate is already open; it's shining and pure white, almost like flame, but it doesn't burn. He could pass through it easily, if he wanted. ]

[neigh_sayer]

[WELL then

out he goes?? Later garden]

[idolpro]

[ 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. ]