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sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
crittersheep) wrote in sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
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WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
Re: cw self harm
he dies, and it stops hurting.
the dream does not dissolve into Death's halls. the dream does not dissolve into the ghosts of a thousand screaming sheep. the dream does not dissolve into nothingness and unmaking. it's just not that simple, he can almost hear Charon say.
instead, he sees velvet darkness filled with stars, and a vision of what might look like an impossible set of balancing scales, a cold silver thing that has not two cups to weigh and measure but hundreds of every shape and size. it hangs below him, vast as a world, its component parts gently drifting and spinning around and through themselves, ever-shifting. glittering red sand flows between them, fluid as shinsu and viscous as blood.
this vision doesn't explain itself or its incongruity with the rest of the dream, and maybe he's seen more miraculous things in the Tower, but the beauty of it may hold him for a moment, just the same.
and then he'll wake.]