Post by Abeo on Dec 11, 2016 0:23:26 GMT
The atmosphere was clearer than ever. Though the air still smelled of smoke, her line of vision was crystal, even with the skies looming overhead with their red and purple gradients. Was this any real place? Of course not - not real in the sense that it could be touched by the mortals. But in a way, this place was what was 'real' to her, and the other places, physical, were 'shadows' of the true place she knew. A confusing concept, but nevertheless true. All things that were physical faded away in time, slowly eaten by entropy and time. This realm, however, no matter what side of the coin, never began to fade away. It lingered, and remained as timeless as ever.
Timeless... what an interesting word. Surely everything had to be born or made at some point. Though immortal, she was once 'born', and believed that was the way of all things. If that were the case, however, what brought about this city? Abeo stood in a park with dark grass and trees that were seemingly made of obsidian crystals. It was an urban area, with nice park benches and street lights that hung their heads, as if in mourning. The light coming from the lamps, however, was eerie in a way, giving off a pale glow rather than a warm illumination.
This place was new to the Half-Daemon, but a tolerable setting thus far. It was Necropolis, a place meant for those who thrived primarily in the astral planes. They had not passed on from any mortal state, thus, were not considered a part of the ranks of the deceased. However, this was no heaven meant for any ordinary angel. The atmosphere even heralded a sort of air of impending doom, even while all of its residents somehow still felt secure. It was curious, but definitely something that the young spirit thought about. The park seemed like a good place to begin exploration. Rumor had it that the realm was ruled by only the strongest... but what other stories were there surrounding the mysteries of Necropolis? The daughter of Ecclesia hoped to find out.
Timeless... what an interesting word. Surely everything had to be born or made at some point. Though immortal, she was once 'born', and believed that was the way of all things. If that were the case, however, what brought about this city? Abeo stood in a park with dark grass and trees that were seemingly made of obsidian crystals. It was an urban area, with nice park benches and street lights that hung their heads, as if in mourning. The light coming from the lamps, however, was eerie in a way, giving off a pale glow rather than a warm illumination.
This place was new to the Half-Daemon, but a tolerable setting thus far. It was Necropolis, a place meant for those who thrived primarily in the astral planes. They had not passed on from any mortal state, thus, were not considered a part of the ranks of the deceased. However, this was no heaven meant for any ordinary angel. The atmosphere even heralded a sort of air of impending doom, even while all of its residents somehow still felt secure. It was curious, but definitely something that the young spirit thought about. The park seemed like a good place to begin exploration. Rumor had it that the realm was ruled by only the strongest... but what other stories were there surrounding the mysteries of Necropolis? The daughter of Ecclesia hoped to find out.