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Aradia's Heart Game - Session 3
Once upon a time, in a country far to the north,
the Lady Shalott sat within a tall tower.
It rose high above the clouds, and the air was thin and cold...
Once upon a time, in a country far to the north,
the Lady Shalott sat within a tall tower.
It rose high above the clouds, and the air was thin and cold...
Re: Atlas
[ through the floating door they go! ]
Re: Atlas
Everything shifts. Space and time are as clay in the wake of your gait, and you are falling for what feels, alone and absent of any light to estimate by, seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years to centuries— an eternity free and weightless through the ether, your only movement spurred by that single, direly missed step.
And then, quickly as one would blink -
It’s over. ]