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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
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Now you are in 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. ]
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can he pick a flower as he walks over to the tree?]
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The flower nearest to you is more of a cluster of little purple florets. Verbena, you think it's called? Or vervain. It's real, too—real with such an intensity that it makes your own realness feel almost ambivalent in comparison.
...And it is the part of reality that is the powerful—those with natural skill or genius, and with all the burdens such things bring with them.
How do you know that? Unclear. You just do; the knowledge feels as natural as breathing.
So. Do you pluck it? ]
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[he's picked fruits, let's just pick flowers too! though he hesitates for a moment as he crouches down and touches it.
he takes care picking it too and doesn't just tear it out of the ground]
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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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be kind to himself? after that shower of you're not worthy and also a bad person at the gate? hm. he pulls his hand back and gets back to his feet.
he's so tired what if he just wanders over to the tree to sit down for a second instead.]
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Up close to the tree, you can see that its leaves are lush and green, but not of any species you can particularly identify. Actually, it's more like... the platonic ideal of a tree?
And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow. You sit, and you surely don't mean to nod off, but you find yourself drifting off anyway.
You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .
Oh, what an embarrassing position for you. ]
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carefully going to get up after a bit, swaying and trying to shake the feeling off augh.
looking around himself too, how long did he sleep? did anything change?]
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if he's not tired anymore, he'll go back to look around the flowers, and see if the one he almost picked is okay :<
can he leave through the gate?]
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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. ]