You touch the lotus, and it comes with feeling, too: the sensation of being something strange and powerful, in a way you cannot always control— —but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
Somehow, despite the fact that you know for a fact this lotus plant literally just now grew, it looks like it has been here for years, with lush leaves and already a proliferation of pink-veined flowers on tall, gently swaying stems.
You push open the door, and smell blood on the wind. The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
[ Well, that's a lot all at once. It's a surprise only in its suddenness though, a battlefield is not unfamiliar to Ordine even if he was never a part of this exact one.
The surface of the pond is mirror-smooth, and reflects velvet-dark night sky, moonless and glimmering with stars—and each and every one of those stars is falling.
It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
It's hard to drown yourself, even intentionally. Every instinct of the body fights against it.
...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
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Yeah, that works. As you finish writing, you notice a new lotus flower starting to send up its tall stem, right beside your feet.
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Grow strong and healthy, alright?
[ He's going to enter the bedroom proper now, if the door will let him. ]
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—but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
Somehow, despite the fact that you know for a fact this lotus plant literally just now grew, it looks like it has been here for years, with lush leaves and already a proliferation of pink-veined flowers on tall, gently swaying stems.
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The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
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He's going to head towards the pond(?). ]
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It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
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...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
down, and
down, and
down.
You emerge from the water to a starry sky.