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[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[crybot]

[He approaches the sculpture and regards it for a moment. It doesn't mean much to him, so he'll leave it be. Instead he'll try to climb one of the trees for now, to get a better look at the area and possibly see what's beyond the canopy above.]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ You reach up to climb the tree, but 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

[crybot]

[He's already taken a bath in a suspicious pool, what difference would it make if he took a short nap... He shakes his head, as if to throw off he drowsiness setting in. No, no nap time. Instead he reaches for the metal gate and tries to open it.]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ The gate already stands open for you, bright white metal so bright it seems as if it is aflame; touching it, it feels realer than real, somehow.

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. ]