[ at last!! he's almost embarrassed at how relieved he feels stepping onto that grass, waiting for a moment like a man who's just hit solid ground after months at sea and just needs to adjust to it - - before exhaling, again, and stepping onward. ]
lmao fucking loser cant even handle an indeterminable amount of time in complete solitude with deep self-loathing (again), what a nerd
There is... more grass! The landscape reshapes itself as you move forward, the illusion - or previous reality - of the dead space desert dissipating. Separate patches of grass become a rolling field, dead and dry at edges, but gaining a measure of colour and texture as you move on: no longer empty husks, but rather the grass in winter, half-withered but still clinging to life. Winter isn't endless, after all.
The field dips a little downhill: the landscape is taking on more shape now, rising here, descending there. Somewhere in the distance boulders begin to form, taller, rougher shapes; here and there, a distant scribble of a tree.
There is now a track underfoot, leading you further down what is now a hill. There is still more colour in the surroundings; not bright, the sky itself overcast, but neither dead nor empty anymore. More like... sleeping, perhaps. And now that the metaphor has found its way into your mind, it feels all the more appropriate - like all of this, this land or whatever it may be, is a giant creature in slumber.
[ it's a very welcome change of pace! Absinthe stops at the crest of that hill, for a time, breathing deeply and allowing his mind to Calm The Fuck Down A Little.
once he has that breather he'll step forward, calling out: ]
There is no direct response as such, but soon the track passes by... a big tree! It looks more alive than its surroundings, too, and it's possible to make out tiny feeble lights floating near the trunk. Fireflies?
The bark is touchable! And barky! And very slightly warm?
One of the fireflies also drifts closer to Absinthe's hand, settling on it - though firefly isn't maybe the right word, exactly. It doesn't look like an insect even up close, just a tiny spark of golden-ish light, but the way it moves suggests some kind of purpose or sentience in it.
Glowy friend!!! It's not super tangible; there's a slight sense of pressure on Absinthe's fingertip as he pokes it, like maybe touching water. It's pleasantly warm, too!
And it may not be immediately noticeable, but the longer you hold the little light, the more colour seems to return to the surroundings, as though spring is coming.
It does seem to work! The little light glows some more, seemingly soothed at Being Hold. The warmth of it spreads to Absinthe's fingers, too - it's pleasant, like warming your hands by the fire, but without the risk of getting burnt.
And the colour returns more, too. It's not instant - after all, the desolation around you is not merely a cover to throw away; it's a deep-set thing, in the bones of the land itself. But it can be overcome - by putting in effort every day, every minute, every second. A slow struggle, but not endless.
Slowly, the grass grows greener, new shoots pushing out the dried husks. The clouds in the sky mostly disperse, no longer an endless expanse of gray but the blueness of a crisp spring morning. The tree you're standing under puts forth new leaves, and from somewhere in the far distance comes the gentle babbling of a brook flowing again.
The land lives, again.
The light in your hands flickers some more - and then fades, or perhaps simply changes. In your hand remains a crystal but without any etchings and in Levity's position colour. And in the air around you, a feeling of gratitude.
[ Absinthe is SO used to destroying things it is truly strange to heal, to bring life again. he can't help but turn and watch as the color spreads, the steadiness of it making him appreciate the sight all the more.
he turns the crystal over in his hands, admiring it for a few seconds before he slides it into his pocket. ]
Isn't it WILD how sometimes being nice, feels nice???
And perhaps it was worth the journey. For a few long minutes, there's simply the feeling of peace - and then, with a gentle gust of wind that feels like it's stroking through Absinthe's hair, the landscape dissipates, returning to the scenery of the Macarenses Angle. But it looks as though the crack in the sky has grown smaller!
And oho, what's this?
Now that you have the crystal, something seems to happen to your vision. Faint silvery lines seem to overlay it - no, it looks like everything around you has a new dimension to it, as though lit by inner fire. Perhaps if you could see the movement of the wind and the flow of static electricity, that is what it would look like, streams of feeble colour and light flowing through everything.
You acquire AETHERSIGHT!
Lucifel appears to have fucked off, but the tower's door stands open now, and there's still the sunset to the left. Where to now?
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There is... more grass! The landscape reshapes itself as you move forward, the illusion - or previous reality - of the dead space desert dissipating. Separate patches of grass become a rolling field, dead and dry at edges, but gaining a measure of colour and texture as you move on: no longer empty husks, but rather the grass in winter, half-withered but still clinging to life. Winter isn't endless, after all.
The field dips a little downhill: the landscape is taking on more shape now, rising here, descending there. Somewhere in the distance boulders begin to form, taller, rougher shapes; here and there, a distant scribble of a tree.
There is now a track underfoot, leading you further down what is now a hill. There is still more colour in the surroundings; not bright, the sky itself overcast, but neither dead nor empty anymore. More like... sleeping, perhaps. And now that the metaphor has found its way into your mind, it feels all the more appropriate - like all of this, this land or whatever it may be, is a giant creature in slumber.
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once he has that breather he'll step forward, calling out: ]
I almost feel a tad lonely!
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There is no direct response as such, but soon the track passes by... a big tree! It looks more alive than its surroundings, too, and it's possible to make out tiny feeble lights floating near the trunk. Fireflies?
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One of the fireflies also drifts closer to Absinthe's hand, settling on it - though firefly isn't maybe the right word, exactly. It doesn't look like an insect even up close, just a tiny spark of golden-ish light, but the way it moves suggests some kind of purpose or sentience in it.
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[ Absinthe's attention will shift from the bark to New New Friend, and with the hand it's not currently perching on he'll give it a curious prod. ]
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And it may not be immediately noticeable, but the longer you hold the little light, the more colour seems to return to the surroundings, as though spring is coming.
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[ rather than just prod he'll cup it carefully with both hands, then, seeing if that spreads the colour More than just giving it some pokes ]
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It does seem to work! The little light glows some more, seemingly soothed at Being Hold. The warmth of it spreads to Absinthe's fingers, too - it's pleasant, like warming your hands by the fire, but without the risk of getting burnt.
And the colour returns more, too. It's not instant - after all, the desolation around you is not merely a cover to throw away; it's a deep-set thing, in the bones of the land itself. But it can be overcome - by putting in effort every day, every minute, every second. A slow struggle, but not endless.
Slowly, the grass grows greener, new shoots pushing out the dried husks. The clouds in the sky mostly disperse, no longer an endless expanse of gray but the blueness of a crisp spring morning. The tree you're standing under puts forth new leaves, and from somewhere in the far distance comes the gentle babbling of a brook flowing again.
The land lives, again.
The light in your hands flickers some more - and then fades, or perhaps simply changes. In your hand remains a crystal but without any etchings and in Levity's position colour. And in the air around you, a feeling of gratitude.
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he turns the crystal over in his hands, admiring it for a few seconds before he slides it into his pocket. ]
Perhaps this was worth the journey.
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And perhaps it was worth the journey. For a few long minutes, there's simply the feeling of peace - and then, with a gentle gust of wind that feels like it's stroking through Absinthe's hair, the landscape dissipates, returning to the scenery of the Macarenses Angle. But it looks as though the crack in the sky has grown smaller!
And oho, what's this?
Now that you have the crystal, something seems to happen to your vision. Faint silvery lines seem to overlay it - no, it looks like everything around you has a new dimension to it, as though lit by inner fire. Perhaps if you could see the movement of the wind and the flow of static electricity, that is what it would look like, streams of feeble colour and light flowing through everything.
You acquire AETHERSIGHT!
Lucifel appears to have fucked off, but the tower's door stands open now, and there's still the sunset to the left. Where to now?