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 ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

Sorry. This whole room is clearly a giant metaphor.

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[precedented]

[ going closer to the machine with the sign ]

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

It's quite the complicated thing.

On closer examination, the gears are not just ordinary dull metal; they're painted red, white, and blue, with a star in the center--not unlike a shield you might once have seen. Some turn unimpeded, but others grind up against obstructions in the mechanics of some kind.

There's a bank of controls on the far side of the engine, along with a large drawer labeled, "FUEL SOURCE."