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taxonomites2012-02-07 07:04 pm
blue_bird) wrote in taxonomites2012-02-07 07:04 pm
05 | Visual/Location: The Planetarium | Looking to the Skies
The tablet flickers and the God-King appears on screen, her face frozen in an expression of deep thought. Around her is darkness, so much so that only the fitful lights of stars illuminate her face; the blue tints in the hollows of her cheeks and neck melt in with the blackness.
"I have not seen such a place before," she speaks to no one, though she knows the filthy bit of machine is listening, as it always listens. "I have walked worlds upon worlds and ruled them all, and saw the lights and moons of many." Her gaze is upwards and there is reverence within it, but her voice sharpens suddenly, as if there has been some great insult. "But this is a mere fabrication. An attempt to replicate what should be intangible and unknown."
And yet... its beauty remains, though it could not be captured fully. It is like a reflection--a mirror image of truth and yet not so.
"What is its purpose? To provide comfort for those who miss what they were? To inspire nostalgia?" She begins to pace, slowly, eyes tracing the various designs and patterns outlined in the fake night sky. "Or to torment? What role does such a place fulfill in this gilded cage?"
"I have not seen such a place before," she speaks to no one, though she knows the filthy bit of machine is listening, as it always listens. "I have walked worlds upon worlds and ruled them all, and saw the lights and moons of many." Her gaze is upwards and there is reverence within it, but her voice sharpens suddenly, as if there has been some great insult. "But this is a mere fabrication. An attempt to replicate what should be intangible and unknown."
And yet... its beauty remains, though it could not be captured fully. It is like a reflection--a mirror image of truth and yet not so.
"What is its purpose? To provide comfort for those who miss what they were? To inspire nostalgia?" She begins to pace, slowly, eyes tracing the various designs and patterns outlined in the fake night sky. "Or to torment? What role does such a place fulfill in this gilded cage?"