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23 August 2012 @ 02:03 pm

IC: Dream Post

The space you are standing in is cold and grey and very still. There is nothing beneath your feet, nowhere to go. You hang for a long moment, in this place with no place, without direction or a proper sense of time, until the light dims...

...and your feet touch ground. Your eyes are closed. When you open them, you find yourself here.

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orange_sun on August 25th, 2012 04:14 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge

*circling that spool, curious, then reaching out to touch it carefully*

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doesnothappen on August 25th, 2012 04:19 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge

It's smooth to the touch, and warm. It feels almost alive, and when you touch it you get a sense of direction and purpose -- a mental ping like you've just checked a compass or passed a familiar landmark, although it doesn't seem to pointing you anywhere particular.

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orange_sun on August 25th, 2012 04:20 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge

*hmmm.

heading through the curtain, then*

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doesnothappen on August 25th, 2012 04:22 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge

You find yourself here.

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