Open starter for 12/18/2020 inspired by this song.
{ ♠ - He felt as though he was redoing this life over and over again. An endless spiral as the clocks ticked forward. It wasn’t just a routine, no. It was nothing like that. As he stood over the Abyss, closed still with one pillar left, he felt like he had come here before. This, right here, had happened already. }
{ ♠ - Was it the ‘retry’ which had occurred? No... It couldn’t have been that. Then what was it? Had he truly gone through this path again? Was he doomed to repeat himself over and over again, going through life, taking out all of the war lords, and then going off to face off with Judgement himself? Was that all that happened? }
{ ♠ - He couldn’t tell anymore. Was this repeating feeling, this feeling of such harsh and abrasive deja vu really his life repeating in an endless timeloop, or was he just bound to the same repeating schedule. Was that it? Was it his routine messing with his flow of time? }
{ ♠ - Magician couldn’t tell, as he stepped over the door to the abyss, he let himself wander into the desert landscape of the south. }
{ ♠ - The sands felt suffocating, the grass was beginning to rot and decay. The statues and structures were beginning to fall apart, showing just how much this world was decaying. There was nothing living here, there wouldn’t be for a very long time after even he was gone. }
{ ♠ - Dipping into crevices, he investigated all he could. One room filled with bombs, one area where it was just a sharp cliff, and empty and vacant desert flanked on both sides by sheep sandstone cliffs. How much would it take to make those sandstones crumble beneath his feet? }
{ ♠ - He swore he felt a hand reach up out of the sands and grab his ankle. }
{ ♠ - Turning around, he saw nothing at his feet, but was glad for the phantom touch. Someone was in fact there. A stranger in the distance. }
