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The door opens, and this is... really not a hippie's sort of happy love-filled place.
"Stark" is probably one of the best ways of describing Eris' island. The land, ocean, and sky are all shades of slate grey; the only color, as the door closes, is that of the Tree.
And there's a reason it gets capitalized, really, as it's the only plantlife growing on the island, all in shades of green and gold, lighting up this really very strange place.
It's uncomfortable, studying the horizon too closely, for there is thunder and lightning in the place where sky and ocean meet.
"Somebody wants to meet you," Eris calls towards the Tree, pulling Xander away from the door, which is now nothing more than the shadowy blue outline of one.
The door opens, and this is... really not a hippie's sort of happy love-filled place.
"Stark" is probably one of the best ways of describing Eris' island. The land, ocean, and sky are all shades of slate grey; the only color, as the door closes, is that of the Tree.
And there's a reason it gets capitalized, really, as it's the only plantlife growing on the island, all in shades of green and gold, lighting up this really very strange place.
It's uncomfortable, studying the horizon too closely, for there is thunder and lightning in the place where sky and ocean meet.
"Somebody wants to meet you," Eris calls towards the Tree, pulling Xander away from the door, which is now nothing more than the shadowy blue outline of one.