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| daioni | Mar 21 2009, 10:03 PM |
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The face on the door, twisted and vanished as the branches pulled and twisted in unpon itself, contorting and swallowing itself up as the doorway opened inward and outward, letting loose a burst of light as what lay beyond. "SHINEY!" yelled Carlos, diving through the opening before anyone could stop him, while the rest let there eyes ajust to the glare. As his eyes ajusted, Thorn looked through into what appeared to be an entire new world, a adnormally blue sky lovehead was lite by several suns of different size, whough while bathing the area with light, seemed more directed at the thousands of objects that hovered through the air. The group stepped through, and immediatly noteced a difference as the first footsteps they made were accompanied by the small delicate chime of glass being struck. It was then that the noticed that the landscape was more then just ground, but transparent and colorde, a mosaic of colors held together by frame. The objects that floeated in the air seemed like potraits of stained glass, the figures upon them dipicting various people that eyed them intently, but otherwise paid no heed. The suns light seemed to follow them, shining a spotlight of color wherever they turned as they patrolled the landscape. "Hope no one is afraid of heights," said Dev, as she noticed that the glass they walked on overlooked a cloud filled void, no sight of land below, suggesting that if anyone was to fall through, all that they would meet would be the airless void of space. Carlos lay corressing the ground, moments later grabbed by the tail as Titan moved to go, "Come on runt," he said, tugging at the monkey as it made a deathgrip on the fram. "But, SHINEY!" he said almost pleadingly before being dislodged. Ahead lay another tower, but unlike the one before hand, this one seemed more ominous, a twisted mast of frameword that weaved like dead branches sharp edges formed where light sifted through, making it seem like a twisted bush of thorns. It was definatly where they needed to go. Still, Thorn felt hesitant about this landscape. Though he was sure about the stability of the glass beneath his feet, it had a sort of enevitability about it. |
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