[Plot Post]
Something is encroaching on the fabric of World's End itself, shifting and tweaking. Your sense of smell seems sharper today, or your attention may be caught by the tinkling sound of distant wind chimes on the crisp breeze.
It's as if your internal compass is a little off balance, too. Heading north, you may suddenly find yourself facing west, as if something had subtly bent your sense of direction.
Splashes of mottled color may dot the corners of your vision from time to time, like the spots that appear after flashbulbs go off.
By twilight, the creak of wagon wheels, the soft clink of coin purses, ecstatic sighs and ethereal laughter can be heard from the eastern woods. Soft colored lights wink from behind the trees.
Venture closer, search for their source, and you can listen in on whispered snatches of a thousand compelling tales you've never heard before.
[ooc: (As I fail at structuring these things forever) If you'd like to respond to this in open log form, from anywhere in the city, much like the reactions to the dreams...you're totally welcome to?]
It's as if your internal compass is a little off balance, too. Heading north, you may suddenly find yourself facing west, as if something had subtly bent your sense of direction.
Splashes of mottled color may dot the corners of your vision from time to time, like the spots that appear after flashbulbs go off.
By twilight, the creak of wagon wheels, the soft clink of coin purses, ecstatic sighs and ethereal laughter can be heard from the eastern woods. Soft colored lights wink from behind the trees.
Venture closer, search for their source, and you can listen in on whispered snatches of a thousand compelling tales you've never heard before.
[ooc: (As I fail at structuring these things forever) If you'd like to respond to this in open log form, from anywhere in the city, much like the reactions to the dreams...you're totally welcome to?]