Thursday, April 28, 2011

Stars Lightning Metal

You begin climbing down, swinging your feet over the edge, gingerly placing each foot upon the nearest pipe. The pipe is steady. You exhale in relief and your eyes are caught by the void below. Each point of light beckoning you with endless possibilities, the vastness, the beauty.

Like a thunderclap you it the field. Blue lines of energy flash, burning themselves into your retinas. The discharge renders your body numb, throwing you into the void itself. Your lungs become iron, breathing is impossible. Dark shadows fight with the lines for your vision. The starlight fades.

Waking. Cold. The darkness returns.

You are dreaming of stars. No, you are awake looking at stars. You look around you, at the cold metal landscape beneath the stars. A tower, a city, a fire.

Where do you go?

The Tower
The City
The Fire
Back to the Hole

This is a post in response to Porky's "Blogging Our Adventures", which is an amazing project so far. If you want to start at the beginning, or figure out what this is all about, click.
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