[ Just like it always goes, she doesn't remember arriving here. She just becomes aware, while she's already in the process of doing it, that she's climbing the old, worn stairs to the shrine. A dusky purple sky hangs over her, just enough light to see by and just enough dark for the first few stars to peek out. She doesn't bother looking back to see how far she's come - she knows there won't be anything but more stairs leading all the way down until they vanish from her sight.
Not that she's ever actually looked, of course. But she knows it, with the uncanny certainty of most dreams. For all real and tangible as this place feels, it's not any more real than a set or a soundstage. The only parts of it that exist are what's necessary to create the illusion.
It's just funny to her that her brain settled on a shrine of all places. Had she ever really cared about gods and spirits or any of that before?
A shrill cacophony of caws goes up all around when she reaches the top of the stairs, the clatter of wings beating to take flight. She doesn't flinch or bother to turn and look. She's just being greeted, after all. ]
Sorry I'm late. [ She calls that out into the still air of the shrine with the casual ease of a girl announcing her return home. ] Work ran a little longer than I thought it would.
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Not that she's ever actually looked, of course. But she knows it, with the uncanny certainty of most dreams. For all real and tangible as this place feels, it's not any more real than a set or a soundstage. The only parts of it that exist are what's necessary to create the illusion.
It's just funny to her that her brain settled on a shrine of all places. Had she ever really cared about gods and spirits or any of that before?
A shrill cacophony of caws goes up all around when she reaches the top of the stairs, the clatter of wings beating to take flight. She doesn't flinch or bother to turn and look. She's just being greeted, after all. ]
Sorry I'm late. [ She calls that out into the still air of the shrine with the casual ease of a girl announcing her return home. ] Work ran a little longer than I thought it would.