@wrathfulis liked for a starter
Okay, they’ve gotten out of the square. Step one of infinity, down. Step two? Who knows! There’s a world of possibility, and Netzach feels a bit more like laying down and having a panic attack than they do actually making forward progress. Finding their assigned housing would probably be smart, or getting somewhere by the time daylight ends. After all, Sephirah are not indestructible, and their usual friend in Reverberation is not here at this time.
So they haven’t managed to find home, but what they have found is a lovely looking park, full of greenery and a particular richness of life that Netzach has never had the privilege to experience, at least in this memory. (It is just as likely that Giovanni, rich as they were, had lacked just the same thing).
Marveling, after awhile, turns into the temptation to touch it. To determine that the place before them is real. Investigation is nothing more than a tentative downward dog, jacket shed to allow for at least a bit of stretching, tie wrangling their hair into a messy pile on top of their head.
Netzach digs their fingers into the grass, then lays face down in it. After just long enough that you might wonder if they’re breathing, Netzach rolls onto their back and focuses on the tickle of the individual blades on their cheeks. Gaze flicking to the side, they snap on to the unfortunate observer in their follies.
“So, is this going to eat me?” Netzach’s laughing as they say it, letting the grass tickle their nose as they let out the jittery sound. “I don’t think I’d mind, but the warning would probably be appreciated. Let me know what I’m getting into.”