heart and soul

[soldieronwards]

The ground falls out beneath you. You're in midair, you're surrounded by swirling clouds, and there's nowhere stable to put your feet. The space between your body and the turbulence around you feels poorly defined as well; where do you end and your surroundings begin? Is there a stable you in the first place?

But eventually--

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Comments

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[emomachine]

[was that a good thing to do. . . we can only hope]

[leaving the masks at the bases of their respective statues]

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[soldieronwards]

Behind the cracked marble of the statues' faces, something indefinable and vague swirls, a kind of bubbling, fiery protoplasm with no clear shape of its own. Just looking at it makes you faintly uncomfortable.

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[emomachine]

[. . .]

[looks down at the masks]

What are you so determined to hide. . .? You don't need to. We'll help you.

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[soldieronwards]

No response from the masks or the statues.

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[emomachine]

[fine then, what if he just goes up and sticks his hand on the cracked face of the knight statue]

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[soldieronwards]

It feels shapeless and somehow turbulent without the mask.

Re: THE HALL OF MASKS

[emomachine]

. . .

[his hand drops away]

It'll be okay. I know. . . who you want to be.

[nods lightly to himself, and goes to join the others]