The Galactic Leyline |
Walking the Leyline |
Even travelling at a fast clip, you don't seem to get far. Slow, forced, dragging. A pervasive theme that floats in the air. There it is again.
"There is but one path. There is but one path," repeats the feminin voice that echoes through the sky.
A path to what? Numerous ideas, many of them grim, run through your head.
You look ahead at your goal, the large black mountain that looms up above all else in this foresaken place. The glowing red emanence hovers above it, like a large eye looking down upon this cold world. Though its views are beautiful, there is an underlying mood of gloom and sadness, like a photo of a cherished relative, long dead.
Your step knocks a small piece of rubble off the walkway and it tumbles down into the abyss below. You pause for a moment to look down over the edge. The strange pitted and pointed ground, where any can be seen, is an impossible distance below. The sky above seems like the ceiling on a box or cage, rather than one of the beautiful open expanses that most creatures in the universe were born under. You shiver.
Why would anyone want to come here?
Ah yes, the treasure. And the legends of the great power residing here.
You begin to contemplate the intelligence of your choice. Why did you have to come here alone? To a place that is still as stone? Where everything seems to be paused, waiting? Where it seems like something is going to attack at any moment?
You hope you'll be able to hold onto your sanity.
The red glow atop the mountain draws your attention again and you continue onward. |
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