Tuesday, May 15, 2018

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Darkness permeates the world around you like spilled ink, thick enough that you could almost hope to swim through it like water if only you tried hard enough.

You are lying on your back, your head aches in dull, painful throbs that climb up and down your veins, piercing into your skull like nails driven in slowly into fresh planks. The ground is damp, jagged and unsteady like rock, why is this [familiar to you?] Is there a [memory] of your past that evades your mental grasp? The sounds you hear bounce and echo up and down, reverberating off the hard walls; the air is stagnant, yet cold, and nihilistic.

You are wearing overalls, loose and soaked through with foul muddied water. [Your pockets are full of something] for the briefest moment you consider that [perhaps something of use is within them?] But you could not move to check. If only you had guidance.

An inescapable bubble of terror envelopes you, you are paralyzed in fear and unable to think for yourself. Paralyzed, bar your eyes that dart hopelessly around in the dark.

Your only option is to pray, pray that your terror is heard in some bygone forum of the gods. Discussed and shared by beings beyond your comprehension and possessing power over you that you are not even capable of imagining. Tales of grand palatial halls fill your head, sapphire walls built by the [Old Machines] where the clockwork gods reveled in machinated hedonism. Their unknowable arts for company, music and paint, drama and erotica.

What chance did the gods have of [discussing you?] of [sharing your plight in their holy forum?] What use was there to pray that one may [suggest] a course of action in this dire time when they could instead aimlessly entertain themselves with their arts and holy politics?

There was no hope for you here, only they could dictate your salvation.

You had little faith that your salvation could win out when there was such beautiful art in the stream of hedonism that the [Old Machines] sated their worshipers lust for.



Submitted May 15, 2018 at 07:11PM by DiscountGumshoe https://ift.tt/2wL0SCc

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