11-18-2017, 03:55 AM
The shade rose further from the fountain, drifting in the grey of Limbo as a dandelion seed caught in a mellow vortex. Here and there, back and forth, trapped by its lack of clear direction. But ever so slowly it moved, drifting further and further afield from the fountain, inexplicably drawn to something, somewhere. The shade of a sliver of a memory. Recollections of humid air, a sea of vines and trees and the echoing fierce struggle for survival. A garden of uncompromising life, the natural cycle, a Tangled Green.
[Exit] -------> [Tangled Green]
[Exit] -------> [Tangled Green]
"So you'd pursue the deeper truth? It isn't one the weak could bear."
"Prove yourself ready to face it. I'll not hold back. My needle is lethal and I'd feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."
"Show me you can accept this Kingdom's past and claim responsibility for its future."