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[personal profile] overworker 2021-01-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Beyond the barricade, the street is filled with rubble. Pieces of scrap iron, chunks of concrete and shattered glass have been brushed off to the side, but there they sit. As you follow the path, a strange static-like fog seems to cover the area. Before your very eyes the entire view glitches, as if what you're seeing has not been fully realized.

Realistically, it’s clear what this place is-- or once was. Up ahead, the shattered remains become larger. Whole steel beams that bent in upon themselves under too much wait; giant marble and stone slabs from walls collapsed.

In those shattered remains of white steel and slate and sky blue pieces... splatters of blood, vivid and fresh, although the scenery's inability to focus without glitching or shifting makes it difficult to focus on.

Welcome… to the remains of O͎͙r͕̫̫c͖̘̫h͍͙̘i̪͔ș͖͍ T̼̼o̼̫͇w̼̫e͍͜r̡̺̦.

You cannot see her, though you have been told she is here. Yet because throughout your time here, you have protected your bonds with her-- you can feel her. The bond between you and she feels taut... stretched thin... but it has not broken.

As you step closer, you realize that you’re alone. The people who had been in the street, those who had traveled by your side until this point-- you cannot feel them in this space, and they cannot be here with you now.

And with each step, the view becomes darker. Yet somehow, as the space around you gets darker, things become clearer.

Further... and further... until everything... is pitch... black. ]