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caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 11:43 am
lightning_tied) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 11:43 am
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[The feed pans over a field that is also a ruin. Carved spires jut from patches of grass, and weeds and crawlers grow up from deep stone floors and ceilings. Nothing seems to notice that it doesn’t belong. There’s a synergy here that can only exist in dreams.
Coming from all of the organic rubble, or perhaps a part of it, there is a form. The form is covered in crystals, and they cling like a faceted shifting skin. Catching a light that shines from nowhere. Perhaps it is the source of all of the brightness in this place.
Fox is here. He can only move, observe, but not interact. Even so, there is no sadness here. The impossible place is filled with hope and light, even if it is only incidental. Soon enough there is an echo of a click and everything fades like running paint.]
Coming from all of the organic rubble, or perhaps a part of it, there is a form. The form is covered in crystals, and they cling like a faceted shifting skin. Catching a light that shines from nowhere. Perhaps it is the source of all of the brightness in this place.
Fox is here. He can only move, observe, but not interact. Even so, there is no sadness here. The impossible place is filled with hope and light, even if it is only incidental. Soon enough there is an echo of a click and everything fades like running paint.]