Mika was standing over something muttering. “Definitely… hmmm… yeah…” I was sitting up in the bed watching. She seems to have reassembled the runes I had laid out the night before on the floor. One of her hands was on her cheek, the other was tracing lines in the air. “Hmmmmmmm… I see… Yeah…”
Still feeling unwell upon learning that the concept of water simply didn’t exist, I resolved myself to power through it for the time being. I also wondered what latitude we were at. It seemed that the days must be quite long, since both when we went to sleep, and when we woke, the sunlight was
“So… This one… is a ‘power source,’” I point to another one, “and this one transmits power and can split or route it to other runes…” The runes themselves were somewhat complicated looking, but their function seemed functionally straight forward. Over the course of the last… however long it has been… I had a come
Mika seemed in thought while we walked on the way to… her room did she say? So I didn’t bother with questions or conversation. Instead, I walked quietly and looked around at my surroundings. Large trees. Fit people. Same outfits. It was odd to me, like this was someone’s contorted idea of perfection? The entire
I’m pretty sure I started to sweat. You don’t think about those thing when they happen though, you just feel the tension in the air, and the racing incoherent thoughts, with the one saying ‘outrage’ quite loud among them, still hardly recognizable among the other thoughts. “So, uh, uh, what is an offering? And what
Pretty sure, seeing as how I’ve known death before, it does not feel like a face full of soil. Also, that felt like falling out of bed, not falling from a thousand feet. I roll over and spit out dirt from my mouth, laying on my back, and wipe my face. I hear a
I am in awe, terrified, and also in a state of wonder. And nauseous. Walking through that door, I’m not sure what I expected, but I did not expect a small railed set of steps (if you could call a twig the size of my thumb, held up every arm length with a slightly thicker
It wasn’t until the world was pitch black that I noticed how light I had felt before. The word “uninhibited” comes to mind, but only with regards to my physical senses. My mind definitely feels more clear now. The previous realm, “Limbo” as it was called, was somewhat mentally oppressive, but indeed contained no physical
Before me stood a dazzling white figure. I know this is going to sound cliche, but I’m not sure what else to make of this situation: Looking around, in a world of white, only this figure before me can be seen. It feels strangely real. I don’t feel hazy and I can see and