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- A flash of green and white and red.
- The sensation of wind against carapace, pushing backwards as you dodge through the trees.
- The sun, beating down, suddenly gone.
- The hum of a swarm of insects, almost floating in the air as you pass.
- Pressure to be present, expectations of others.
- A red-orange dome, standing above the bay, glistening in the sun.
- Throngs standing outside, their bodies wet with ocean mist and sweat under an unbroken sun.
- The passage to the chamber, lined with memories and pride, floored with interlocking tiles in dark and light.
- Warm greetings, expectations and concerns, All clad alike, altered reflections of yourself moving independently.
- The constant chanting from the assembled masses, calling out of names, the ones you stand with, and others unknown to you. The collected hopes and desires, in conflict, in solidarity. A mass breathing as one.
- An expanse of green, etched with the white symbols, the center rising up to form a forbidden mound, One posed in the nexus, ten more scattered around the space, unmoving, expecting.
- A burst of fur and wood standing in the corner. Sudden movement, a sharp sound, and the patter of feet around the ancient etching, skittering to relative safety at the far side of the rune.
- Standing at the origin point of the symbol, facing the one in the center, hands clasped around a tool that feels like an extension of oneβs own body.
- White speeds by while you stand, unmoving
- Again, as you sense the others in the space, the ones nearby filled with fear, and dreams, and desire, the ones further away with pride and hope.
- A loud sound, and motion begins. Legs formed from chitin and speed propel forward around the shape to the first corner, where one of the others wait.
- Loss and frustration contained in a tight space, impotent against the raised one.
- A flicker and a sound stand where you stood, a few moments earlier, waiting.
- Motion again, and you lurk far from your start, where the fur was, but is no longer. A brief feeling of loss and homesickness.
- Motion once again, and now you stand closer to the masses, they cry out as one, for you, but their voices filter as though through a dense wood, barely reaching you
- A nearness to where you came from, an understanding only to return. The voices fade out entirely, as the motion begins again.
- Home. Safe. Friend. Pride. Wanderlust. Again.
- Again.
- Again.
- A flash of green and white and red.
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