Difference between revisions of "Perchance To Dream - Mairead Sandilands (Carna)"
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And a great stone wheel rolls over that sea of skulls, crushing them all to dust beneath it. | And a great stone wheel rolls over that sea of skulls, crushing them all to dust beneath it. | ||
| − | The wheel will grind forever, a last spiteful against humanity by inhuman forces, reducing all that humans accomplished or believed they had accomplished into dust. | + | The wheel will grind forever, a last spiteful act against humanity by inhuman forces, reducing all that humans accomplished or believed they had accomplished into dust. |
However, past weapons of war intermixed with the bones, past the crumbling remnants of fortresses turned into graveyards, there is still a single small light. | However, past weapons of war intermixed with the bones, past the crumbling remnants of fortresses turned into graveyards, there is still a single small light. | ||
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Eyeless, it seems to be looking at her, with a cold malevolence, paired with detached curiosity. | Eyeless, it seems to be looking at her, with a cold malevolence, paired with detached curiosity. | ||
| − | Then she hears voice in her ear. | + | Then she hears a voice in her ear. |
And then Mairead wakes up. | And then Mairead wakes up. | ||
Latest revision as of 00:19, 12 February 2018
| Perchance To Dream - Mairead Sandilands (Carna) | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 11 February 2018 |
| Location: | Fearful Symmetry |
| Synopsis: | A warrior has a dream. |
| Cast of Characters: | {{{Cast of Characters}}} |
| Tinyplot: | Return To Escher |
The world is dead. All of them are. All of the people and all of the gods and all of the weapons they used to fight each other with.
There is no future.
There is only the wreckage of past, strewn out across a landscape composed entirely of human skulls.
And a great stone wheel rolls over that sea of skulls, crushing them all to dust beneath it.
The wheel will grind forever, a last spiteful act against humanity by inhuman forces, reducing all that humans accomplished or believed they had accomplished into dust.
However, past weapons of war intermixed with the bones, past the crumbling remnants of fortresses turned into graveyards, there is still a single small light.
Like a bonfire. Or some glowing little shrine.
Mairead Sandilands sits next to it, alone in the darkness.
The wheel grinds towards her, intent on this one straggling survivor. Its purpose is impossible to fulfill until there is nobody left after all. Nobody but itself.
The wheel churns the seas of bones, casting them out in fragments and dust behind it as its thunderous approach sends tremors throughout all of everything.
When Mairead looks up, she finds that the wheel has stopped before her.
Eyeless, it seems to be looking at her, with a cold malevolence, paired with detached curiosity.
Then she hears a voice in her ear.
And then Mairead wakes up.
