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Astrophel at night was like a bowl of ever-dimming lights, with the gash of a river running through it.
As the varied deities of darkness and the moon, and the constellations themselves, presided over the city, the people continued to move in its small ways. People patronized bars and other open-late establishments. Cars zoomed around the more affluent districts. A concert played in an arena.
In a district informally called "The Young People's Village", a mint-haired woman circled around a shrine to Alya, goddess of gentle winds and intentional living. She bowed her head to pray a short while, dropped some coins and cornflowers into the dish a stone effigy held, and began the long walk back home to the roommate who was waiting for the meager paycheck in her pocket (and her). Her name was Mantis Weaver.
Mantis crossed an intersection without looking, not thinking about it, knowing almost none of the residents of this desperate village owned a vehicle. She passed a clothing store beneath an apartment, a hair salon, a broken-down car being used as a food stand and house. She didn't see it, but tiny clusters of floating lights had begun to float past her ankles.
A while later, she felt like she'd been walking in circles, having not reached home in the span of twenty minutes. She looked around carefully.
The streets around her were not right. They were crystal copies of the stores and apartments she'd walked past every night - quartz, citrine, ruby - and their windows were empty. The sky had turned from purple-blue to a sludgy black. And she heard something humming in six voices in the distance.
"No," she gasped, looking around desperately for a way out and running in a random direction. She never thought this would happen to her - she lived by Alya's rules, she stayed out of hospitals and dark corners, she expressed her gratitude for everything she did have. Yet, here she was. And, as sweat began to drip down her face, the realization of everything she was about to lose began to permeate her body like ice cracking rock.
Meanwhile, several isolated young adults in the city were experiencing headaches in varying degrees of severity, and were hopefully inferring what had just come into being. And for a few that weren't, a white bird was circling in the night sky, gliding into the darkening city.
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As the varied deities of darkness and the moon, and the constellations themselves, presided over the city, the people continued to move in its small ways. People patronized bars and other open-late establishments. Cars zoomed around the more affluent districts. A concert played in an arena.
In a district informally called "The Young People's Village", a mint-haired woman circled around a shrine to Alya, goddess of gentle winds and intentional living. She bowed her head to pray a short while, dropped some coins and cornflowers into the dish a stone effigy held, and began the long walk back home to the roommate who was waiting for the meager paycheck in her pocket (and her). Her name was Mantis Weaver.
Mantis crossed an intersection without looking, not thinking about it, knowing almost none of the residents of this desperate village owned a vehicle. She passed a clothing store beneath an apartment, a hair salon, a broken-down car being used as a food stand and house. She didn't see it, but tiny clusters of floating lights had begun to float past her ankles.
A while later, she felt like she'd been walking in circles, having not reached home in the span of twenty minutes. She looked around carefully.
The streets around her were not right. They were crystal copies of the stores and apartments she'd walked past every night - quartz, citrine, ruby - and their windows were empty. The sky had turned from purple-blue to a sludgy black. And she heard something humming in six voices in the distance.
"No," she gasped, looking around desperately for a way out and running in a random direction. She never thought this would happen to her - she lived by Alya's rules, she stayed out of hospitals and dark corners, she expressed her gratitude for everything she did have. Yet, here she was. And, as sweat began to drip down her face, the realization of everything she was about to lose began to permeate her body like ice cracking rock.
Meanwhile, several isolated young adults in the city were experiencing headaches in varying degrees of severity, and were hopefully inferring what had just come into being. And for a few that weren't, a white bird was circling in the night sky, gliding into the darkening city.
Keidivh Devious Dilbert Thalia_Neko Exanis Epiphany Kimona