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taxonomites2012-04-29 04:18 pm
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08 | Visual | WHAT MAKES YOU SPECIAL, TAXON?
Fingers gently graze the rough surface of what appears to be--and actually is--an ancient stone sarcophagus. Her 'possession'. A symbol of her grand resurrection--and the only object worthy of containing her essence. It was meant as another cage, a futile attempt by her rivals to prevent her from overcoming death. But her cunning prevailed. They were sneaky. She was sneakier.
But its presence is not necessary, and so stems her frustrations. It does not aid in her endurance of this world, nor does it offer any kind of understanding. Each subject is awarded with some possession. As with much of this world, there does not appear to be any order in their selection.
No order. Even her own presence in this place. Her resurrection was predestined. She was brought forth from the Deeper Well by her own will. But here...why did the deities who governed place see fit to bring her here? Why Illyria, and the blonde halfbreed, witches and dragons and humans...what better role did they serve here than in their own worlds?
"I seek to understand our placement in this world," she says to the tablet. "Gods and humans, vampires and sorcerers, all creatures...they are already mingled in many worlds. Ants among giants. To browse dimensions and timelines only to recreate an already existing world... This is senseless. An experiment to provide amusement, perhaps."
But perhaps not. So, Illyria commands, "Tell me of your purpose in your world. Your role. Your conquests. Bore me not with meaningless detail."
But its presence is not necessary, and so stems her frustrations. It does not aid in her endurance of this world, nor does it offer any kind of understanding. Each subject is awarded with some possession. As with much of this world, there does not appear to be any order in their selection.
No order. Even her own presence in this place. Her resurrection was predestined. She was brought forth from the Deeper Well by her own will. But here...why did the deities who governed place see fit to bring her here? Why Illyria, and the blonde halfbreed, witches and dragons and humans...what better role did they serve here than in their own worlds?
"I seek to understand our placement in this world," she says to the tablet. "Gods and humans, vampires and sorcerers, all creatures...they are already mingled in many worlds. Ants among giants. To browse dimensions and timelines only to recreate an already existing world... This is senseless. An experiment to provide amusement, perhaps."
But perhaps not. So, Illyria commands, "Tell me of your purpose in your world. Your role. Your conquests. Bore me not with meaningless detail."