One; action/voice
[If you're passing through the Metropolis District this evening, you might spot a tall fellow with curious wings--both feathery and leathery--folded on his back and goat horns curling around his pointed ears. The man's amber eyes, made more luminous by their black sclerae, are slitted in concentration as he frowns at the seal in one hand and worries an antique pocket watch in the other. He taps the glass face of the watch in concern as he considers the seal, speaking tentatively; the voice has a practiced, slightly unnatural culture to it, layered over a rougher, more guttural sound, like someone speaking from the depths of a rocky cavern.]
It's clear that I've been brought to a brave new world, but I can't understand its particulars at all. This device is especially confounding; I feel an energy in it, but it's nothing that I can name or otherwise grasp. Is it science or sorcery? Perhaps I'm merely hallucinating, and the truth of the matter is that I'm locked away again, sitting in a stone at the bottom of a river, dreaming a fevered dream ... I see nothing of the woods where I was previously, nor the witch-girl who set me free. I ought not to have touched that music box, but it was lovely, and it did play such a haunting tune.
If I'm not rambling to myself, I implore anyone who may be receiving this: what is this place, and is there no way to take leave of it?
It's clear that I've been brought to a brave new world, but I can't understand its particulars at all. This device is especially confounding; I feel an energy in it, but it's nothing that I can name or otherwise grasp. Is it science or sorcery? Perhaps I'm merely hallucinating, and the truth of the matter is that I'm locked away again, sitting in a stone at the bottom of a river, dreaming a fevered dream ... I see nothing of the woods where I was previously, nor the witch-girl who set me free. I ought not to have touched that music box, but it was lovely, and it did play such a haunting tune.
If I'm not rambling to myself, I implore anyone who may be receiving this: what is this place, and is there no way to take leave of it?