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week four: mingle
Week 4
mingle
Monday again?
No problem. ... Well, actually, some problems. For one, you seem to still be stuck in this village of nightmares.
Unless you’ve met your match, that aching feeling in your chest of being incomplete continues to only grow. That, alongside this feeling of being watched, probably makes it a bit hard to truly relax. That’s for the best, isn’t it? You probably shouldn’t get too complacent in a place like this, blood sacrifice that you are.
The woods rustle with anticipation. The branches and foliage whisper and shake, as if sharing a secret amongst themselves. What surprises do they have in store for you? Wandering into the darkness created by overarching treetops will bring you to a uniquely hollowed out tree trunk. The face of it has a rectangular cut into its bark, making it resemble a door. It seems that the scenery of last week has changed yet again. Should you choose to open it and step in, you’ll find yourself transported somewhere else entirely.
Though of course, you’ll have to come back to the village eventually. When you do, there is nothing but the oddities of town and ravens to greet you. Perhaps if you’d like to have a chat with some of the cultists who brought you into this situation, you might tie a letter to a bird at your own risk. Come nightfall, you may realize that the star formations and moon phase have changed entirely from the week prior. The stars are orange and the moon is full.
The swamp gurgles and rumbles uncomfortably, drawing your attention with small quakes. It remains the same as last week, glowing and beckoning. A small, crooked sign on a stake has been put up in unknown handwriting. FOR WHAT AILS YOU. In need of some healing? You trust the swamp, don't you?
"im not owned! im not owned!!", i continue to insist as i slowly shrink and transform into a corn cob
- wise words from the prophet dril
As if you don't have enough problems, it seems like the week has ushered in yet another strange side-effect of all the freaky magic contaminating the space.
So let's be real. Not every thought that you have is a winner. Some will be kept to yourself, whether out of politeness, secrecy, or fear. However this week, you are not in charge of your own filter. Stray thoughts are made manifest in an audio form, as crystal clear as if the words were spoken out of your mouth. Your sincere feelings can be expressed in little images, such as flowers blooming around your head or literal stars in your eyes. No use being coy this week, is there?
- wise words from the prophet dril
As if you don't have enough problems, it seems like the week has ushered in yet another strange side-effect of all the freaky magic contaminating the space.
So let's be real. Not every thought that you have is a winner. Some will be kept to yourself, whether out of politeness, secrecy, or fear. However this week, you are not in charge of your own filter. Stray thoughts are made manifest in an audio form, as crystal clear as if the words were spoken out of your mouth. Your sincere feelings can be expressed in little images, such as flowers blooming around your head or literal stars in your eyes. No use being coy this week, is there?
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