Daybreaker

[Sprak]

also, this is part of trol seasson canon right?

[Dalmationer]

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Its form may be familiar
But its function is unknown.
Retreat to the safety of the tree
Before you put it on.

Bangle always remind me of bagel.

>Taste Wear the bangle! Nothing worse can happen to you

your ring looks
to be made of bone
shall your wrist be the place
it makes its home?

Quicker than a gust of wind,
she darts towards relative
safety. Preparing for anything.

She slips the ivory ring
over her delicate hand.
It fits snugly; like it was
fitted specially for her.



As the woods around her stir,
as the refracted light of
day whispers through their expanse,
as the heat of the bangle
intensifies, growing and
changing in response to thought-



she is there; in the great fog.

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Beautiful

Also: have a thing.

[Mibbs]

reach out and
touch
the void

[Dalmationer]

She reaches out, and finds a
hard and tangible surface.
It is almost transparent,
but lights up as she presses
her hand against its firmness.



I See You. Can You See Me?

[Mibbs]

do not be frightened
if it meant you harm
it would have done so already

[autoglassmasterclass]

not until i've turned around

[Sprak]

Don't Panic

[Jacquerel]

Woah its eyes are, like, holes
stick your hands down in there

[Dalmationer]

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do not be frightened
if it meant you harm
it would have done so already

Don't Panic

Its words are more like thoughts, they
pierce her mind cutting their way
in. Translucent but familiar.
Somehow causing nostalgia.

You Are Asleep, My Darling.
We Have Little Time To Spare.
For, You See, Night Will Soon Fall.
When This Takes Place, You Must Leave.

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not until i've turned around

You Will Awaken On The
Seventh Hour Of Your Seventh
Cycle In Material
Form. But Even As One Of
Wind, Sevens And Clarity,




You Must Know That You Are One.

[Jacquerel]

Woah its eyes are, like, holes
stick your hands down in there

[K25fF]

Its eyes reflect the strange fractally place, turn round and take a look, unless it keeps ducking behind you.

[autoglassmasterclass]

i now know that i am one

[Dalmationer]

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Don't Panic

[Shadow Phoenix]

This is beautiful ;-;

Am I one? What are you?

[Mibbs]

return its stare
gaze into the future

[Dalmationer]

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This is beautiful ;-;

Am I one? What are you?

Its eyes reflect the strange fractally place, turn round and take a look, unless it keeps ducking behind you.

She watches the Mist pulsate.
Alive and flowing, changing,
different with each passing flash.
The space between worlds and times.
Ether in its truest form.

Most Are Many, Adrift In
the branches of the World Trees.
Bound Nigh Imperceptibly
By The Tendrils Of The Mists.
You Are Not. The Enforcer
Has Killed Your Ones Before Birth.
And You Must Do Like To Him.

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Woah its eyes are, like, holes
stick your hands down in there

Intrigued by the spirit's eyes
she reaches out to touch them,
giving into a very
silly and childish notion.

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And the pattern of sevens wanes,
as her sleeping consciousness
starts to rouse itself again.

It is night, but only just. The anniversary of the Girl's seventh year in existence. The smell of dusk fills the air, sweet with the smell of the shadegrass. The smell of a day gone by in the shadow of the forest. Cool, spore-filled fog is pushed by gusts of wind, scouts running before the blustery night sure to come upon the land. They push the luminous canopy, dislodging spores and blossoms into the air, small acrid particles that drift and glow in the breeze. It is a spring of beauty and life, and one befitting the beginning of a tale.

The girl is lucky that she was not discovered in her sleep by the denizens of the day, but she thinks nothing of it. She wipes the sleep from her eyes, and reorganises her thoughts. She forces the words back to their place.
And the words move to obey.



And she awakens again.

But she knows that she cannot
stay here, for she hungers and
a cramp has rooted itself
against her side, where she lay.
She must find someone to help.
She is still very afraid.

She knows this land well enough.



She knows that north there dwells a
mechanist, a friend of her
father, and his son. Her friend.



She knows that to the west stands
the digging place, where they went,
her father and the dayling,
to dig for the things of old.



And to the south, her own home.
The village of purest bone.
Or, at least, what's left of it.

But she does not know where she
must go, for the spirit in
her dreams did not specify.

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whoooooo I am terrible at flash :3

[Mibbs]

Every true journey begins at the start
go to the village of bone, your home, your heart

[autoglassmasterclass]

head over to that bone dude

[OrangeAipom]

Climb the tree.

[11cookeaw1]

>Hug everything.

[ProfessorLizzard]

>Visit thy father

[Shadow Phoenix]

Go home for calming thy hunger :3

[Dalmationer]

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Climb the tree.

And she climbs, through the tendrils.
Through the pointed leaves of light.
To gaze upon the forest,
To find her way in its midst.

But in its branches, forlorn
she sits. For a while she thinks
of the last night's events. She
ponders as the wind bites her.
And holds her. And steadies her.

The frozen faces, the fire
the light, the screaming mass of
men, of women, of children.
The trudging gait of the things.
The scalding pain of colour.

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head over to that bone dude

Every true journey begins at the start
go to the village of bone, your home, your heart

Go home for calming thy hunger :3

>Visit thy father

She turns her eyes to the south.
She detects it instantly
Sau-sa. The city of bone
And light and song and forest.

Or, at least, what's left of it.

Smoke rises up from the light
Melting into the wind's breath.
A harrowing, fearsome sight,
A shining beacon of death.

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Sorry for the incomplete update. I wanted to do more, but I only have like one other panel, and on its own it doesn't fit here. Regardless, I made a backgroundy thing I guess, which kinda almost makes up for it? Here.

Anyway the rest of this should be done soon. I trust you guys to hold me to it. :3

In the meantime, I will probably still be accepting commands and stuff, because they're cool.

[Whimbrel]

Tell us, Ennui.
What do you know of COLOR?

[Mibbs]

run towards home. maybe you can save somebody