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Levity heart game - Tuesday session
When you open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the grass in what seems to be a… park? No, more like a lawn within a city. A giant crystal decorated with curving wrought iron is gently spinning above you. As you examine yourself you realize that you are dressed in voluminous black robes cut to your size - very soft and comfortable! There is also a half-mask on your face. If you take it off to examine it, its shape and decoration feel very familiar: some kind of reflection of who you are. You made this, didn’t you?.. A long time ago...
Your memories are a little jumbled at first. Why were you sleeping here? Were you not on your way somewhere? Of course, you’ve got all the time in the world, but there might have been people waiting for you…
But after that initial confusion, your memories of the Production return and the sense of familiarity with the city around you fades. Where are you?
As you stand up and look around, you realize that the most prominent location is a tower rising up in front of you. The rest of the cityscape is a little blurred, a little… flat, as it were; undefined. A set of walkways leads towards the tower, but the street in front of you stretches to the left and the right, too.
On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
What do you do?
Your memories are a little jumbled at first. Why were you sleeping here? Were you not on your way somewhere? Of course, you’ve got all the time in the world, but there might have been people waiting for you…
But after that initial confusion, your memories of the Production return and the sense of familiarity with the city around you fades. Where are you?
As you stand up and look around, you realize that the most prominent location is a tower rising up in front of you. The rest of the cityscape is a little blurred, a little… flat, as it were; undefined. A set of walkways leads towards the tower, but the street in front of you stretches to the left and the right, too.
On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
What do you do?
[He reaches up and touches the base of the aetherythe, closing his eyes and letting the hum fill his ears for a good long while. Just soaking in the sound, the smells, the feel of all of it.
But finally he does look around noting that the scenery is a little different than normal. He takes the path to the right.]
But finally he does look around noting that the scenery is a little different than normal. He takes the path to the right.]
The sky grows bigger as you walk, the surroundings fading away, until there is nothing but the blackness… that slowly grows littered with stars, far away points of light. It seems to grow colder, too - but after some time you stop feeling it, only being aware of it in the same way you are aware of, say, the color of your hair.
It grows colder still, but it does not affect you. What a strange thing. At the back of your mind you know that no living thing could exist in such cold.
What a strange thing.
At one point the pavement under your feet changed from the familiar stone and metal to somewhat dusty, barren, white earth. Your steps raise little clouds of dust as you walk that fall slowly, so slowly.
It is so utterly silent, and you know that no sound could exist here.
What a strange…
No. Just a thing. Simply a thing. Simply a fact.
Do you go on?
It grows colder still, but it does not affect you. What a strange thing. At the back of your mind you know that no living thing could exist in such cold.
What a strange thing.
At one point the pavement under your feet changed from the familiar stone and metal to somewhat dusty, barren, white earth. Your steps raise little clouds of dust as you walk that fall slowly, so slowly.
It is so utterly silent, and you know that no sound could exist here.
What a strange…
No. Just a thing. Simply a thing. Simply a fact.
Do you go on?
[He pauses for a moment to bring fingers to his lips to whistle. To see if sound is truly extinguished. But regardless he does continue on, keeping his gaze towards the stars as faded as they may be.]
[Oh...we're back here.
Ever is she one with the dark. Let's go right.]
Ever is she one with the dark. Let's go right.]
[ this is maybe a little familiar - maybe it isn't, although if the architecture isn't a giveaway then the mask and cloak is.
studying the area for a moment or two more, before heading toward the tower. ]
studying the area for a moment or two more, before heading toward the tower. ]
Once you get close enough to the tower, there is a brief, soft but deeply unnerving sound that leaves a ringing silence after it - and the landscape, changed. The tower is now sliced into separate sections as though by a giant sword, all of them floating in the air but not drifting too far from the tower’s original position. Across the sky runs… a crack, or perhaps a tear - it’s hard to say. It’s painful to look at; nothingness put into visible form, like a slash in a painting that makes you realize all that beauty and color is nothing more than mere pigment on canvas; a two-dimensional existence at best. The moon above is replaced by a black hole, and somehow seems closer than before.
Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
"█̶̡̢̼̗̥͑͜█̴̞̩̬̩͋͐̓͌͊̈͗͜ͅͅ ̵͚͉͕̱̭͖̈́͂̀̍͝█̷͇̭͓̟̝̭̝̲̆̇̾͊̌̃͒͠͠█̵̩̰̝̈̐̏̆́ ̵̝̫͚̱̖̗̱̼̤̖̃█̵͔̠̹̞̯̮̔͠█̷̡̣͕͔̟̬̻̤͎͍̙̑͆̌͆̒̕ ̷̡̡̜̦̈̍̏̀̒͛̊͠͝█̸̛̬̖̣̱̗̗̝͈͌̓͋̀͒͊͊̚ͅͅ█̴̛̞̱̱͎̦̀́̀̍͑̕͠█̵͕͔̬́̉́̓͐̃̔͂͠█̶̡̘̙̺̭̻̰̭̅̄̓̏̾͆͊͝?̸̲͖̺̠͖͖̥͕̹͌̿̓"
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
"█̷̨̩͈̮̜̺̗̒́̑̌̂̆̄̓█̴̧̗̤̼̻̦̤͖͈̰̽̇ ̴̦̱̱͚̀͊̾͜ͅ█̸̡̢̜̼̞͚̖͎͚̞̃̅͐͜█̶̧̨̰͖͚̞͉͉̝̺͇̒̅͛̅█̵̧̦̰̘̠̙̭͔̅̽͊͐͒̊͐̈̕.̸̡̣͖͖̬̮̝͍̰͙̜́́̌͒̈́͌̕͝ ̷̤̪̤̮̻̱͍̦͔̮͑͂̂͋̚̚͝ͅ█̴̫͍͈̙͇͙̫̮̺̖͙̍͗̌͌̄̔̉͌͋͘█̶͚̥͓̯͇͓̫̰̄̑̈́̀̉̋́̓͂̍͜█̷̨͕͈̼̻͉̉̈́̏█̵̧͈̝̩͛͝͠█̶̢̙̝̝̘̠̠̯́̔ͅ.̸̜͉̤̭̟͓̣̩͕̩̘͆"
It steps closer, holding out a hand - wing steel palm blades skin - in a seemingly friendly gesture. There is a smile in their voice now.
Take their hand?
Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
"█̶̡̢̼̗̥͑͜█̴̞̩̬̩͋͐̓͌͊̈͗͜ͅͅ ̵͚͉͕̱̭͖̈́͂̀̍͝█̷͇̭͓̟̝̭̝̲̆̇̾͊̌̃͒͠͠█̵̩̰̝̈̐̏̆́ ̵̝̫͚̱̖̗̱̼̤̖̃█̵͔̠̹̞̯̮̔͠█̷̡̣͕͔̟̬̻̤͎͍̙̑͆̌͆̒̕ ̷̡̡̜̦̈̍̏̀̒͛̊͠͝█̸̛̬̖̣̱̗̗̝͈͌̓͋̀͒͊͊̚ͅͅ█̴̛̞̱̱͎̦̀́̀̍͑̕͠█̵͕͔̬́̉́̓͐̃̔͂͠█̶̡̘̙̺̭̻̰̭̅̄̓̏̾͆͊͝?̸̲͖̺̠͖͖̥͕̹͌̿̓"
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
"█̷̨̩͈̮̜̺̗̒́̑̌̂̆̄̓█̴̧̗̤̼̻̦̤͖͈̰̽̇ ̴̦̱̱͚̀͊̾͜ͅ█̸̡̢̜̼̞͚̖͎͚̞̃̅͐͜█̶̧̨̰͖͚̞͉͉̝̺͇̒̅͛̅█̵̧̦̰̘̠̙̭͔̅̽͊͐͒̊͐̈̕.̸̡̣͖͖̬̮̝͍̰͙̜́́̌͒̈́͌̕͝ ̷̤̪̤̮̻̱͍̦͔̮͑͂̂͋̚̚͝ͅ█̴̫͍͈̙͇͙̫̮̺̖͙̍͗̌͌̄̔̉͌͋͘█̶͚̥͓̯͇͓̫̰̄̑̈́̀̉̋́̓͂̍͜█̷̨͕͈̼̻͉̉̈́̏█̵̧͈̝̩͛͝͠█̶̢̙̝̝̘̠̠̯́̔ͅ.̸̜͉̤̭̟͓̣̩͕̩̘͆"
It steps closer, holding out a hand - wing steel palm blades skin - in a seemingly friendly gesture. There is a smile in their voice now.
Take their hand?
. . . I see. So, this is yours . . . ?
[ >take their hand ]
[ >take their hand ]
There is indeed no sound as Alexander tries to whistle. And if he pays attention, there is no sound of his breathing or his steps, either. The silence is oppressive.
There is no one around you. You are all alone. You are alone. You are
Are you?
Loneliness and solitude; such feelings can only be defined by knowing there are others like you. By knowing you are part of a greater whole.
Are you?
What can a star know of loneliness? What does it care for other stars? They are all of them, each and every one, unique, closed off in worlds of their own.
And you, too, are unique.
Unique, individual, singular, solitary.
Ah, there is no one like you.
Do you go on?
There is no one around you. You are all alone. You are alone. You are
Are you?
Loneliness and solitude; such feelings can only be defined by knowing there are others like you. By knowing you are part of a greater whole.
Are you?
What can a star know of loneliness? What does it care for other stars? They are all of them, each and every one, unique, closed off in worlds of their own.
And you, too, are unique.
Unique, individual, singular, solitary.
Ah, there is no one like you.
Do you go on?
[ how nostalgic!! he'll look around, taking in the scenery - - and certainly spending a good minute investigating that mask on himself. it feels welcome, familiar.
hell be mentally bookmarking the darker path on the right before heading straight for the tower. ]
hell be mentally bookmarking the darker path on the right before heading straight for the tower. ]
Once you get close enough to the tower, there is a brief, soft but deeply unnerving sound that leaves a ringing silence after it - and the landscape, changed. The tower is now sliced into separate sections as though by a giant sword, all of them floating in the air but not drifting too far from the tower’s original position. Across the sky runs… a crack, or perhaps a tear - it’s hard to say. It’s painful to look at; nothingness put into visible form, like a slash in a painting that makes you realize all that beauty and color is nothing more than mere pigment on canvas; a two-dimensional existence at best. The moon above is replaced by a black hole, and somehow seems closer than before.
Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
"█̶̡̢̼̗̥͑͜█̴̞̩̬̩͋͐̓͌͊̈͗͜ͅͅ ̵͚͉͕̱̭͖̈́͂̀̍͝█̷͇̭͓̟̝̭̝̲̆̇̾͊̌̃͒͠͠█̵̩̰̝̈̐̏̆́ ̵̝̫͚̱̖̗̱̼̤̖̃█̵͔̠̹̞̯̮̔͠█̷̡̣͕͔̟̬̻̤͎͍̙̑͆̌͆̒̕ ̷̡̡̜̦̈̍̏̀̒͛̊͠͝█̸̛̬̖̣̱̗̗̝͈͌̓͋̀͒͊͊̚ͅͅ█̴̛̞̱̱͎̦̀́̀̍͑̕͠█̵͕͔̬́̉́̓͐̃̔͂͠█̶̡̘̙̺̭̻̰̭̅̄̓̏̾͆͊͝?̸̲͖̺̠͖͖̥͕̹͌̿̓"
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
"█̷̨̩͈̮̜̺̗̒́̑̌̂̆̄̓█̴̧̗̤̼̻̦̤͖͈̰̽̇ ̴̦̱̱͚̀͊̾͜ͅ█̸̡̢̜̼̞͚̖͎͚̞̃̅͐͜█̶̧̨̰͖͚̞͉͉̝̺͇̒̅͛̅█̵̧̦̰̘̠̙̭͔̅̽͊͐͒̊͐̈̕.̸̡̣͖͖̬̮̝͍̰͙̜́́̌͒̈́͌̕͝ ̷̤̪̤̮̻̱͍̦͔̮͑͂̂͋̚̚͝ͅ█̴̫͍͈̙͇͙̫̮̺̖͙̍͗̌͌̄̔̉͌͋͘█̶͚̥͓̯͇͓̫̰̄̑̈́̀̉̋́̓͂̍͜█̷̨͕͈̼̻͉̉̈́̏█̵̧͈̝̩͛͝͠█̶̢̙̝̝̘̠̠̯́̔ͅ.̸̜͉̤̭̟͓̣̩͕̩̘͆"
It steps closer, holding out a hand - wing steel palm blades skin - in a seemingly friendly gesture. There is a smile in their voice now.
Take their hand?
Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
"█̶̡̢̼̗̥͑͜█̴̞̩̬̩͋͐̓͌͊̈͗͜ͅͅ ̵͚͉͕̱̭͖̈́͂̀̍͝█̷͇̭͓̟̝̭̝̲̆̇̾͊̌̃͒͠͠█̵̩̰̝̈̐̏̆́ ̵̝̫͚̱̖̗̱̼̤̖̃█̵͔̠̹̞̯̮̔͠█̷̡̣͕͔̟̬̻̤͎͍̙̑͆̌͆̒̕ ̷̡̡̜̦̈̍̏̀̒͛̊͠͝█̸̛̬̖̣̱̗̗̝͈͌̓͋̀͒͊͊̚ͅͅ█̴̛̞̱̱͎̦̀́̀̍͑̕͠█̵͕͔̬́̉́̓͐̃̔͂͠█̶̡̘̙̺̭̻̰̭̅̄̓̏̾͆͊͝?̸̲͖̺̠͖͖̥͕̹͌̿̓"
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
"█̷̨̩͈̮̜̺̗̒́̑̌̂̆̄̓█̴̧̗̤̼̻̦̤͖͈̰̽̇ ̴̦̱̱͚̀͊̾͜ͅ█̸̡̢̜̼̞͚̖͎͚̞̃̅͐͜█̶̧̨̰͖͚̞͉͉̝̺͇̒̅͛̅█̵̧̦̰̘̠̙̭͔̅̽͊͐͒̊͐̈̕.̸̡̣͖͖̬̮̝͍̰͙̜́́̌͒̈́͌̕͝ ̷̤̪̤̮̻̱͍̦͔̮͑͂̂͋̚̚͝ͅ█̴̫͍͈̙͇͙̫̮̺̖͙̍͗̌͌̄̔̉͌͋͘█̶͚̥͓̯͇͓̫̰̄̑̈́̀̉̋́̓͂̍͜█̷̨͕͈̼̻͉̉̈́̏█̵̧͈̝̩͛͝͠█̶̢̙̝̝̘̠̠̯́̔ͅ.̸̜͉̤̭̟͓̣̩͕̩̘͆"
It steps closer, holding out a hand - wing steel palm blades skin - in a seemingly friendly gesture. There is a smile in their voice now.
Take their hand?
Edited (I FUCKED UP) 2021-06-02 02:09 (UTC)
You find yourself on a beach, but not a sunny one. This place… is rather desolate, sad, lonely; dwarf trees, half-dried in the wind and the sun, grow out of surrounding crags. The sky hangs heavy and dark - a storm imminent. And apart from the sound of the waves and your own breathing, there is silence.
No... almost silence.
From somewhere around the boulders you can hear some sounds that are a little hard to place, but there is definitely someone there.
Investigate?
No... almost silence.
From somewhere around the boulders you can hear some sounds that are a little hard to place, but there is definitely someone there.
Investigate?
“█̝̩̯̲̌͛̊̅̽͟ ̧̣̺̆̍͐█̢͈̱̫̺͂̽͌͌̇̚ͅ█͉̫̙̞͇̀͂̕̕͡█̝͎̦̟̊̑͂̚ ̪̞͇̲̫̲̌͊͗̊̕͠█̞̝̼̘̤́͂͛͆̕█̱͕̮̠̳̝̋̏̐̌̏̓█̜͍̞̑̀͌̌͜█̮͎̠͚̓͛͘͡ ̧̼̲̳̥̘̆͑̃͒̋̋█͉̳̱̣̟͑͌͑͊̀ ̝͍̇̍͆̉͢ͅ█̲͍͎͍̀́͗̍̕͜!̧͉̬̲̲̐̉̃̓̏̚ͅ”
They laugh, excited, happy, and their hand is solid under your touch, warm skin, firm hold as they tug you towards them—
— and everything goes —
They laugh, excited, happy, and their hand is solid under your touch, warm skin, firm hold as they tug you towards them—
— and everything goes —
[What a dreadful feeling. Isolation. Loneliness. Being unique hardly, being individual is any solace in comparison to all that. Especially when your fondest memories are being part of a whole.
But he was never one to shy from trudging towards a difficult goal. He continues.]
But he was never one to shy from trudging towards a difficult goal. He continues.]
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