[The Whispering Vault] Something I’ll be using later in the year
Stand at the Crossroads, and take a deep breath of the atmosphere here. It’s not air, not any material substance, no matter how refined… the Crossroads is part of the Realm of Essence. Everything here is distilled meaning, everything is representational. The Crossroads is a meeting place between five Domains, and appears to be a grand railway station, with black-and-cream marble floors and magnificent vaulted ceilings. Powerful black trains with gleaming chrome and polished timber carriages wait at the platforms to carry passengers away to the five Domains, to the material Realm of Flesh, and to other strange places elsewhere in the Realm of Essence. Passengers bustle about, some of which are creatures of Essence, mere shadows of awareness and intent, and others are creations of those who rule the five Domains… memories of people who they once knew, given autonomy and a semblance of life.
Occasionally a living human somehow manages to acquire a ticket to the railway station, and arrives here as a bodiless dream, in astral form, or even in the Flesh. If they manage to dodge the guards in brass-buttoned uniforms for long enough, they may manage to sneak aboard a train departing for one of the five Domains. Once aboard one of the trains, even trespassers from the Realm of Flesh are assured safety from injury and insult. Whether they should wish to if they knew what this involved, and whether they will come to regret their adventuring spirit, is altogether another matter.
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