2/25/2025, 6:43 PM
Pasithea Makara
As you wake, you find yourself drawn to the center of the island. There's a strange, sweet scent in the air that is unusual for this time of year ... it has a strong floral smell. Roses, perhaps? The air appears hazy and pink, as if the sunrise continued to linger, and the very smell of it seems to put you in a good mood.
You follow along a familiar path to a even-more-familiar small pond. And yet, it's different. The pond seems larger. In fact, everything seems larger ... even all the lilypads. They seem large enough to jump on, and seem to be making a bridge toward a strange, sweet-smelling tunnel. Will you enter it?
As you wake, you find yourself drawn to the center of the island. There's a strange, sweet scent in the air that is unusual for this time of year ... it has a strong floral smell. Roses, perhaps? The air appears hazy and pink, as if the sunrise continued to linger, and the very smell of it seems to put you in a good mood.
You follow along a familiar path to a even-more-familiar small pond. And yet, it's different. The pond seems larger. In fact, everything seems larger ... even all the lilypads. They seem large enough to jump on, and seem to be making a bridge toward a strange, sweet-smelling tunnel. Will you enter it?