Priya
kyber child
A high, distant sun rose thinly over the architectural maze Totem called home. It was beautiful, geometric, and serene. This particular level boasted sunrise-reminiscent hues of orange, pink, yellow, and lavender in stacks of cubic stairsteps and winding, twisting pathways. It was a veritable puzzle of aesthetics and tricks-of-the-eye.
High on several of the maze’s spires sat pitch-dark creatures with the faces of crows, wearing cloaks of shadow and occasionally letting out discordant squawks. Turn-handles and ladders, sliders and locks all adorned the maze’s walls and pathways, offering various ways to manipulate the field as the navigator wished. A gentle breeze blew through the structures, creating a pleasantly harmonious and sing-song hum as it passed.
Totem himself sat at his post, a low spire set just above what seemed to be the main path of the puzzle. He was humanoid, at least in appearance, with yellow skin and several intricate blue-green tattoos and markings in uniquely geometric straight line designs. His fluffy blue-green hair lifted and twirled about his face in the soft wind, framing glowing blue eyes. What seemed to be clothes hung loosely and comfortably off his tall frame, all thin and brilliantly decorated fabric. He was simple creature, and one of single-mindedness, but sported a delicate intricacy that seemed to be unique to him.
How Totem had come to exist in this place, he was unaware. He hadn’t the barest idea of how long he had been resting in this maze, or where the delightful design was even located. But Totem knew one very important and vital thing: his purpose. He had been placed here, who knows how long ago, to aid a young girl in solving the puzzle the maze presented. How he was to do that and why were mysteries to him yet, but he was eager and willing to offer whatever he could to this unknown girl, whoever she was, whenever she arrived.
Totem hoped that would be soon. It was quite lonely in the maze, and the crow-like creatures were eerie and often intimidated him with their harsh shrieking. The puzzle-dweller longed to have a reason to fulfill his purpose, as ambiguous as it was. He merely desired a reason to move, to do anything in this world which he was so familiar with and yet still a stranger to.
And then, something in the maze creaked. Totem sat rigid, fixed to his post, watching, waiting. The cubic architecture shifted, circling and moving to allow for….could it be? Yes, it was-- something new! Could it be the mystery girl who was destined to navigate the maze? Would Totem finally fulfill his purpose for being here? The maze-dweller could only hope.
Nevertheless, Totem leaped down from his post onto the pathway of the puzzle, buzzing with excitement. His eagerness knew no bounds as the maze opened up from below to allow for the magnificent New Thing. Totem prepared himself for his life to finally begin.
High on several of the maze’s spires sat pitch-dark creatures with the faces of crows, wearing cloaks of shadow and occasionally letting out discordant squawks. Turn-handles and ladders, sliders and locks all adorned the maze’s walls and pathways, offering various ways to manipulate the field as the navigator wished. A gentle breeze blew through the structures, creating a pleasantly harmonious and sing-song hum as it passed.
Totem himself sat at his post, a low spire set just above what seemed to be the main path of the puzzle. He was humanoid, at least in appearance, with yellow skin and several intricate blue-green tattoos and markings in uniquely geometric straight line designs. His fluffy blue-green hair lifted and twirled about his face in the soft wind, framing glowing blue eyes. What seemed to be clothes hung loosely and comfortably off his tall frame, all thin and brilliantly decorated fabric. He was simple creature, and one of single-mindedness, but sported a delicate intricacy that seemed to be unique to him.
How Totem had come to exist in this place, he was unaware. He hadn’t the barest idea of how long he had been resting in this maze, or where the delightful design was even located. But Totem knew one very important and vital thing: his purpose. He had been placed here, who knows how long ago, to aid a young girl in solving the puzzle the maze presented. How he was to do that and why were mysteries to him yet, but he was eager and willing to offer whatever he could to this unknown girl, whoever she was, whenever she arrived.
Totem hoped that would be soon. It was quite lonely in the maze, and the crow-like creatures were eerie and often intimidated him with their harsh shrieking. The puzzle-dweller longed to have a reason to fulfill his purpose, as ambiguous as it was. He merely desired a reason to move, to do anything in this world which he was so familiar with and yet still a stranger to.
And then, something in the maze creaked. Totem sat rigid, fixed to his post, watching, waiting. The cubic architecture shifted, circling and moving to allow for….could it be? Yes, it was-- something new! Could it be the mystery girl who was destined to navigate the maze? Would Totem finally fulfill his purpose for being here? The maze-dweller could only hope.
Nevertheless, Totem leaped down from his post onto the pathway of the puzzle, buzzing with excitement. His eagerness knew no bounds as the maze opened up from below to allow for the magnificent New Thing. Totem prepared himself for his life to finally begin.
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