Drift's Heart

You are falling, for the ground opened just near you and had you stumble in. Your ascent downward is of slow leisure, but it takes neither too long nor does it pass too quickly.

An endless length of suspended furniture rings you. They are all pallid, white things, and always just barely out of reach. Each piece, whether it be furniture or portrait, return a cracked reflection as you drift downward, though none are damaged in the slightest. Beyond them, there is only darkness intertwined into the shape of vines and flowers, pressed roughly against the black.

Then it all disappears.

[ #rabbithearted ]

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[there is, very faintly, the sound of music coming from somewhere.]

((#smallscenario))