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theblueintheday2015-07-05 10:27 pm
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[team sonic] hidden temple
First word taken from here.
This is part II of the Monument Valley au, based on the game. This story is preceeded by the garden.
Home.
Yerim hadn't been home in a long time; the thought, slipping into her head like the mist that curls around the foundations of a temple, half obscured in the fog. Right now there was only ahead, forward, as her feet in their silk slippers kept walking.
A curious wind curled through the cloud bank hanging so heavy on the ground, it didn't cut the mist at all but merely waved the coloured banners on the temple towers; fabric snapping briskly in the breeze, oddly untattered. Somehow it felt like the wind was for her.
"Hello," Yerim said, but the wind did not reply, merely sighing as it dipped around the corner. Stone grated as it moved, doors scraping shut as she walked out into the sunlight and blinked again.
It had been quiet, in the dark beyond the door, the thick silence of holy places that have been abandoned by their gods. A wind sighed through the air, but didn't stir even a hair on her head.
Instead of a god, there was a remnant, pale and blue and insignificant as it hovered over bones that had long ago disintegrated into dust.
Why are you here? it asked, and its mouth was the yawning doorway of a tomb. Yerim shivered in her white dress, stepped back slightly.
"I don't know," she said, and that seemed to be the right answer. Stone grated as steps rose to the pale light of a window far above.
Why are you wandering? A memory echoed in her ear, the faintest trace of fingers skimming over her wrist as her feet tapped slowly up the steps.
What are you looking for? Another voice she couldn't remember, water hitting the ground in drops that broke into molecules of sadness. The bridge in front of her crumbled into the abyss, Yerim stepped back and went a different way.
Reaching the light now, she stepped out under the sun and looked up at heaven. There were birds flying in the way.
This is part II of the Monument Valley au, based on the game. This story is preceeded by the garden.
Home.
Yerim hadn't been home in a long time; the thought, slipping into her head like the mist that curls around the foundations of a temple, half obscured in the fog. Right now there was only ahead, forward, as her feet in their silk slippers kept walking.
A curious wind curled through the cloud bank hanging so heavy on the ground, it didn't cut the mist at all but merely waved the coloured banners on the temple towers; fabric snapping briskly in the breeze, oddly untattered. Somehow it felt like the wind was for her.
"Hello," Yerim said, but the wind did not reply, merely sighing as it dipped around the corner. Stone grated as it moved, doors scraping shut as she walked out into the sunlight and blinked again.
It had been quiet, in the dark beyond the door, the thick silence of holy places that have been abandoned by their gods. A wind sighed through the air, but didn't stir even a hair on her head.
Instead of a god, there was a remnant, pale and blue and insignificant as it hovered over bones that had long ago disintegrated into dust.
Why are you here? it asked, and its mouth was the yawning doorway of a tomb. Yerim shivered in her white dress, stepped back slightly.
"I don't know," she said, and that seemed to be the right answer. Stone grated as steps rose to the pale light of a window far above.
Why are you wandering? A memory echoed in her ear, the faintest trace of fingers skimming over her wrist as her feet tapped slowly up the steps.
What are you looking for? Another voice she couldn't remember, water hitting the ground in drops that broke into molecules of sadness. The bridge in front of her crumbled into the abyss, Yerim stepped back and went a different way.
Reaching the light now, she stepped out under the sun and looked up at heaven. There were birds flying in the way.
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