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ice cream ([personal profile] bluedreaming) wrote in [community profile] theblueintheday2015-05-03 10:38 pm

[team sonic] the garden

First word taken from here.
This is part I of the Monument Valley au, based on the game. This story is followed by hidden temple.




Well.

As Yerim stood in the garden, the path she had taken having long since disappeared behind her, a place of shadows and darkness, a single pale thread leading to where she now stood, she looked around. The stone of the towers was orange-hued, sky blue triangular flags flapping in the breeze. White flowers dotted the lawn, and it smelled like a mixture of spring and something else.

Maybe it was hope.

I can't remember how I got here.

All Yerim knew was that she was looking for something, but was it a thing? A memory? An idea? She glanced around the garden but there was no one there. The air was light, bright, but the sky was empty. Looking back, the road she had taken was gone, only pale blue sky and fluffy clouds remaining.

I'm sorry. She remembered the words, but not who had spoken them. There was a glimpse of gold, a flash of white—she blinked. The stones moved beneath her feet, as towers rose and the floor stretching into a bridge.

What strange architecture, she thought to herself, her feet stepping lightly over the sunset stone, strangely smooth and dust-free in the sunshine. It's like a monument to something that's long been forgotten.

As her feet walked up the slope, somehow climbing though the stone was perfectly level, muscle memory led her to the top of the building, her body remembering something she couldn't ever remember having seen before. Taking off her hat, a hovering geometrical shape appeared, hovering in mid air. An empty box.

You have to make it right. Another voice, fading into the foggy distance of her thoughts. Far away, a crow croaked, the sound too dark for the sunshine in the garden. This was too easy.

Moving forward into a déjà vu, Yerim wondered if it would ever make sense.

Will I see you again? she thought, but didn't know whom she was missing.