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RITUAL 28: b o a t
WHO: strangers are just friends We have not devoured yet
WHERE: the beach
WHEN: Day 79, night
[ as the sun sets, there’s a cyan glow throughout the shallows - bioluminescence, seemingly, emitting from some sort of fungal growth that creeps forth. A light fog rolls in, filling the air with a gentle mist, as a chorus begins to sound from the deep.
something large surfaces from the abyss, lurking beyond the fog which grows deeper - the air becomes thicker and harder to breath, and one gets the sense that the room is full of something else, something that’s watching with a billion eyes.
…and then the waves crash with a great intensity, leaving behind a large white-and-blue speckled sea anemone-like flower, large as a strand of kelp. It twitches slightly, as if it was alive but no longer is. next to it lies a barnacle-covered brass lyre.
those not at the beach can still feel the song piercing their mind, hooking into the inside of their skull and pulling them toward it as if they’ve been caught on a fishing line and are being reeled in.
eventually the pressure grows strong enough to cause you to black out, and then - you’re in a cave that might seem a little familiar. this time, there’s no jellyfish in the pools - only tidal dwelling creatures like anemones and urchins and starfish, and various mosses and lichens and corals.
and then there’s the voice. The voice of many, unified into one stream that hammers the inside of your skull - if you can focus, it sounds nearly like a whalesong, yet wholly and entirely different.
still—through it all, you can strain to understand: ]
The dead branch, has summoned you.
To understand. As if, there is anything more We need to understand, about you.
We know what you have taught us. We remember. But We do not wish to speak.
We wish, to teach.
Experience what We know, and We will meet. One day, soon, when Our song is no louder than yours.
But do not disappoint. Remember. Remember. Remember.
Everything that happens, happens because of you.
IC RULES | OOC RULES | ROOMS | RESULTS
WHERE: the beach
WHEN: Day 79, night
[ as the sun sets, there’s a cyan glow throughout the shallows - bioluminescence, seemingly, emitting from some sort of fungal growth that creeps forth. A light fog rolls in, filling the air with a gentle mist, as a chorus begins to sound from the deep.
something large surfaces from the abyss, lurking beyond the fog which grows deeper - the air becomes thicker and harder to breath, and one gets the sense that the room is full of something else, something that’s watching with a billion eyes.
…and then the waves crash with a great intensity, leaving behind a large white-and-blue speckled sea anemone-like flower, large as a strand of kelp. It twitches slightly, as if it was alive but no longer is. next to it lies a barnacle-covered brass lyre.
those not at the beach can still feel the song piercing their mind, hooking into the inside of their skull and pulling them toward it as if they’ve been caught on a fishing line and are being reeled in.
eventually the pressure grows strong enough to cause you to black out, and then - you’re in a cave that might seem a little familiar. this time, there’s no jellyfish in the pools - only tidal dwelling creatures like anemones and urchins and starfish, and various mosses and lichens and corals.
and then there’s the voice. The voice of many, unified into one stream that hammers the inside of your skull - if you can focus, it sounds nearly like a whalesong, yet wholly and entirely different.
still—through it all, you can strain to understand: ]
To understand. As if, there is anything more We need to understand, about you.
We know what you have taught us. We remember. But We do not wish to speak.
We wish, to teach.
Experience what We know, and We will meet. One day, soon, when Our song is no louder than yours.
But do not disappoint. Remember. Remember. Remember.
Everything that happens, happens because of you.
ROOMS
BLUEBELL
ROSE
THISTLE
CLOVER
WEEDS