2 ○ observation | voice
[The rattling of ill breathing fills the feed, followed by a wet, hacking cough.]
[The man draws a deep breath, speaks.]
Where are the gods now? Playing with you all, I suppose?
[He coughs again.]
Would they deign to speak to you while you call out to them? Or have you turned your backs on them, blaming them for your misfortune - either causing it, or being unable to stave it?
History repeats itself. Whenever. Wherever.
[He heaves a deep breath, them remains silent for long moments.]
It is easy to find a place to sleep in this City. I myself have found one, and have just arrived. It is easy, perhaps, to find a means of living. However, to actually live - there's the rub.
But I'm sure I don't need to tell you this.
[The man draws a deep breath, speaks.]
Where are the gods now? Playing with you all, I suppose?
[He coughs again.]
Would they deign to speak to you while you call out to them? Or have you turned your backs on them, blaming them for your misfortune - either causing it, or being unable to stave it?
History repeats itself. Whenever. Wherever.
[He heaves a deep breath, them remains silent for long moments.]
It is easy to find a place to sleep in this City. I myself have found one, and have just arrived. It is easy, perhaps, to find a means of living. However, to actually live - there's the rub.
But I'm sure I don't need to tell you this.