chauceryfairytales:The bloodstains were long gone, down there in the heart of the Starry City, but i
chauceryfairytales:The bloodstains were long gone, down there in the heart of the Starry City, but if I closed my eyes, I still felt the echo of blood, warm, bubbling, a stream spreading over the floor.Once there was a cave. We worshipped our dead deep in the earth to worship the stars above; they were counterweights on a scale. This was a place of power. Tombs sprouted around it. Then houses. It grew into a city, ever brighter and greater–a marvel–with magic opening passageways and halls under the earth, our kings bringing wonders into being with a flick of their hands.Then came the collapse.A crack still split the room in half, from high up one side, across the floor, almost touching the opposite wall. It looked narrow like a nail is thick, but if I placed my hand on the walls, I still heard the rumbling, felt the echo of the earthquake shaking me. That must’ve been the end of the Starry City, the earth that sheltered it rising up against human folly. And there were the specters, of course.So people abandoned their bright city. All of them ran away. All the doors and gates were locked, better to keep the horror inside, shut it away so it didn’t spill over into the world. Only the bones of the dead remain, left behind, with nobody to remember them now.Just Giti browsing through some old memories of the ruins’. The stone remembers. Since I’ll start the next draft with the ending, it means I can share this now, right? It isn’t even too spoilery.It’s part of a longer scene, but I don’t think you want to read the whole chunk of first-draft worldbuidling about the ancient civilizations that lived in the ruins and how they angered the gods Atlantis-style and disappeared. -- source link
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