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[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ the tree catches his attention, but only for a fleeting second. he has things to do, and when has he ever allowed himself such luxuries as rest?

he looks down at the flowers below his feet, examining them. noting what different kinds and colors there are. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ There are so many flowers here. There is... every flower here. And they are real—real in a way so intense that your own realness feels almost ambivalent in comparison.

Those nearest to you are close enough to see their perfect forms. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he reaches down to run his fingers over the Star of Bethlehem. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ Strange, isn't it: this meadow is not the season, or even really the environment, for such a flower to grow. Yet here it is, precious and resplendent in that realness.

And you know, then, that this flower is the part of reality that is something changed forever. It is the experience of experiencing something so profound or heartrending that one is never the same again.

How do you know that? Unclear. You just do; the knowledge feels as natural as breathing. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ ... just like that game. interesting.

but anyway, he has an angel to find. with a grunt, he stands up and heads for the gates. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ Just like that game.
Here, though, it's a more profoundly personal thing. A meditation.

The gates are pure white heat, though it does not burn. And they are open to you, if you wish to leave. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he heads through the gates. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[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 the rose-shaped fountains, with no way to cross back to where you were before. However, that probably doesn't seem quite as significant as the rumbling. ]