Exploration Event: Neverwere

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EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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Comments

[lightlessfuture]

[ They don't like plants. They're starting to like plants even less. Not even Unn was like this, this strangling, choking thing. Not like the other gods they have known, burning like the sun, holding a heart of fire within.

But they are rotting away. Their only strength is the same thing that keeps them sick, like a plague.

They can't help but feel pity; it's the only thing in their heart (as much as they have one). Bliss had tried to give them a dream of a perfect world, but for an empty child like them, what would make that world had been confused and scattered.

Their small nail could cut the vines away, but it would take much more endurance and patience than they have. Much more time, that others don't. Bliss is stealing away others' lives, through their dreams.

They lack the words to speak, so they walk up to the bulb, simply touching it for a moment. They wonder if it would even speak to them at all, or if they could hear its voice.

What had they been like, the Knight wonders. The Storyteller had mentioned that they weren't supposed to get so large. What had they been, then?

Can Bliss read their thoughts? They tilt their head, waiting for any answer. ]

[thankgods]

[They can. Though they cannot see the Knight, so very small at their side, their eye drifts downwards as if to acknowledge them in some, small manner, lips still stretched in a sedate, self-satisfied smile.]

I have... been as I have... always been... Bliss. It is... my nature...

[There is little point in considering what they were. They are, as was always intended. If they had desired to be as they once were, they would have remained so.

They did not.]

You... they... are not all-knowing... foolish...