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dramatispersonae) wrote2012-10-19 02:57 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2012-10-19 02:57 pm
Timeslot #2
[You fall through the dark for what seems like a long time. Are you rising, or diving? It’s hard to say. . . and then ahead of you, there is light, faint and grey. You break the surface and find yourself standing in a dingy puddle of water, the grey skeleton of a burnt and weathered tree rising out of it. If you look into the pool, you can still see the black willows and the hedges of the maze, upside down and far away . . .
The puddle rests in a little clearing. Nothing grows in the scorched ground around it, but tufts of bleached, lifeless grass still cling to the earth. Blackened trees surround you, as far as the eye can see. There are no leaves, just charred, tangled branches, and a heavy layer of mist.
It is so still here—no breath of wind stirs the clammy air. The sky is stormy grey, despite having no visible cloud cover, and is scarred with a number of rifts much like the one that briefly opened above Wonderland . . . but these, rather than being filled with shimmering colour, are stark, dead black. You cannot pinpoint the source of the light in this place. There is enough to see by, a dim and gloomy twilight, but there are no stars, and neither is there a sun, nor moon.
You feel strangely heavy, cold and lethargic. The further you stray from the rest of your group, the worse the feeling grows. You’ll also find that any magic or powers you have are even further dampened than usual . . . they barely work.
The soft ticking continues without an apparent source.]
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The puddle rests in a little clearing. Nothing grows in the scorched ground around it, but tufts of bleached, lifeless grass still cling to the earth. Blackened trees surround you, as far as the eye can see. There are no leaves, just charred, tangled branches, and a heavy layer of mist.
It is so still here—no breath of wind stirs the clammy air. The sky is stormy grey, despite having no visible cloud cover, and is scarred with a number of rifts much like the one that briefly opened above Wonderland . . . but these, rather than being filled with shimmering colour, are stark, dead black. You cannot pinpoint the source of the light in this place. There is enough to see by, a dim and gloomy twilight, but there are no stars, and neither is there a sun, nor moon.
You feel strangely heavy, cold and lethargic. The further you stray from the rest of your group, the worse the feeling grows. You’ll also find that any magic or powers you have are even further dampened than usual . . . they barely work.
The soft ticking continues without an apparent source.]
[Zazzle is running this! Join #hiraeth on IRC! ♥]
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A clock begins chiming, loudly.
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