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.
[Familiarity fades into concern. This feels somewhat like... the incidents a few months ago.
Serenity looks around. Three choices... The tower ahead sets her ill at ease for her own reasons, so she decides to save that for later.
She touches the crystal at the center.]
What an incredible landmark. Would that make this... the center of the city?
[But... choices must be made. Her choices range based on the shades of the sky then... following her instincts, she goes right first, towards the darker skies.]
The crystal is humming gently, the slightest vibrations of a machine at work under Serenity's hand. There's a sort of comforting feeling to it, strangely.
The sunset red grows deeper, brighter, edged with black - a fire, perhaps? There is the smell of smoke, the heat of stone, a background noise…
As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice may sound familiar, if younger. Is this… Alexander?
[Inside her stomach is a mess of knots. The smoke, the ashes-- she knows it could be dangerous, but... even seeing one person, she doesn't hesitate to rush to them.
She recognizes him-- in at least as much as she knows he bears a close resemblance to one of the other members of BARiTONES.]
It's not safe here-- we should evacuate the area.
[She doesn't know if there are others, but if there are, she wants to help.]
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.
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.
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.
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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?
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Then they realize.
Oh.
They swallow their tears and go right.]
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But the sky grows darker.
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Serenity looks around. Three choices... The tower ahead sets her ill at ease for her own reasons, so she decides to save that for later.
She touches the crystal at the center.]
What an incredible landmark. Would that make this... the center of the city?
[But... choices must be made. Her choices range based on the shades of the sky then... following her instincts, she goes right first, towards the darker skies.]
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But the sky grows darker.
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As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice may sound familiar, if younger. Is this… Alexander?
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She recognizes him-- in at least as much as she knows he bears a close resemblance to one of the other members of BARiTONES.]
It's not safe here-- we should evacuate the area.
[She doesn't know if there are others, but if there are, she wants to help.]
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The man - boy, really, he doesn't seem older than maybe 17, - turns around with a somewhat sad expression on his face.
"There is no one to evacuate."
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...but you're still here.
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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?
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But this...
She wraps her arms around herself, but keeps moving forward.]
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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?
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Stoppit!!
She keeps going. But with her expression a bit more set and her head held a bit higher; determined.]
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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?
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