5/21/2025, 4:48 AM
Rune Discovery : 「 pending success」
Rage the size of Mythris herself simmered, boiling over into the waters and the creatures until everything was red. The thoughts, the blood pounding within you, the oppression of the sounds of life. Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Maybe it is the world itself, simmering at its core for every unjust death, at the greed, the pride, the envy, THE WRATH -
It is enough to rattle sane thoughts from your head, to take the emotions away that served other purposes. There was no need for logic. There is no place for joy or love. There is only fury.
Did you possess the strength to fight against such intensity? Could you stand against the madness? Could you push past it to find the secrets that screamed to be found? The moon itself had run away, possessing enough self-preservation to seek peace elsewhere. Without the softness of it's guiding rays, it is harder to make out the lingering structures of the farmstead. It is not impossible, however - the most lasting building perhaps the one with the most bloody of histories. The processing shed where animals lost their lives to beasts more wild than they were, there is almost a thrumming, pulsing feeling from it.
Do you seek to uncover what might be hidden?
Rage the size of Mythris herself simmered, boiling over into the waters and the creatures until everything was red. The thoughts, the blood pounding within you, the oppression of the sounds of life. Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Maybe it is the world itself, simmering at its core for every unjust death, at the greed, the pride, the envy, THE WRATH -
It is enough to rattle sane thoughts from your head, to take the emotions away that served other purposes. There was no need for logic. There is no place for joy or love. There is only fury.
Did you possess the strength to fight against such intensity? Could you stand against the madness? Could you push past it to find the secrets that screamed to be found? The moon itself had run away, possessing enough self-preservation to seek peace elsewhere. Without the softness of it's guiding rays, it is harder to make out the lingering structures of the farmstead. It is not impossible, however - the most lasting building perhaps the one with the most bloody of histories. The processing shed where animals lost their lives to beasts more wild than they were, there is almost a thrumming, pulsing feeling from it.
Do you seek to uncover what might be hidden?