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rainbowfic2024-03-10 03:01 am
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Name: i guess it's just a feeling (in the city)
The main city of Xulthea flourishes around Jessica. It is not entirely unlike Earth—the skies are lilac and the clouds shine through as translucent opal, passing over the buildings. There is no sun here—as Xorna had it explained it, Xulthea rests in-between realities, in the belly of the monster under the bed, below the trap door in every nightmare, and therefore all outdoor light is artificial, set on a daily cycle by her workers. She pushes the burden, she makes it night and she blinks the world into day. It must be a very exhausting job, but she’s evidently skilled at it—the light in the purple above them beats down on her, so warm and comforting, just like home
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Most of this realm is purple. She doesn’t look like the Xultheans—she is pale and they are violet, lavender, royal. They’re humanoid, with arachnid expression, multiple eyes twisted over their faces, full lips with insectoid jaw-claws protruding from their chins. Hairstyles resemble those on Earth, but they’re more colorful here; she passes a group of Xultheans, engrossed in conversation, each with hair that seems to be naturally a bright teal. None of them seem to notice her as she walks through the downtown city.
Each building in the downtown city is painted white, black, or a shade of gray. A beautiful gradient runs down each street, making waves in her vision as her head spins around to take the scenery in. The cityscape is relatively uniform, with each building having only slight variations in width and height. This seems to be a block lined with businesses, and she wonders, only briefly and with a chuckle, what the economic system is like here. She’ll have to check one out later, if she really is going to be stuck here forever.
Other things here are very different from Earth: a nearby tree is composed of bright pink bark and, in the place where leaves should be, a semi-transparent shimmering of dark, dark violet, like an optical illusion. She blinks, has to force her eyes away, her vision now painfully strained. There’s some sort of creature on the ground near the “tree”---it looks like a failed taxidermy experiment, a baby blue Frankenstein of tarantula and rodent, sort of like a squirrel with eight fuzzy legs and two tails spouting from the back of its ears. This abomination peels a piece of bark off the tree and skitters away with the prize in its mouth, brushing uncomfortably up against Jessica as it walks by.
She shivers.
Jessica’s instruction had been to explore the city, but it’s too unsettling, too harrowing. This is, after all, a place of nightmares. Beyond this city, most other continents are uninhabitable due to an increased amount of nightmaric energy in those areas, she was told, so she’s lucky Graham dropped her off here. On the other continents, apparently, your worst fears manifest in front of you, and they’re hungry, she is told, they’re always a little bit hungry.
Author: IceMachine
Story: The Reposing Force of the Great Lakes [RFOGL]
Story: The Reposing Force of the Great Lakes [RFOGL]
Colors: Fluorite 2
Supplies and Styles: Cut-away
Word Count: 499
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Summary: Jessica explores the demonic dimension of Xulthea.The main city of Xulthea flourishes around Jessica. It is not entirely unlike Earth—the skies are lilac and the clouds shine through as translucent opal, passing over the buildings. There is no sun here—as Xorna had it explained it, Xulthea rests in-between realities, in the belly of the monster under the bed, below the trap door in every nightmare, and therefore all outdoor light is artificial, set on a daily cycle by her workers. She pushes the burden, she makes it night and she blinks the world into day. It must be a very exhausting job, but she’s evidently skilled at it—the light in the purple above them beats down on her, so warm and comforting, just like home
.
Most of this realm is purple. She doesn’t look like the Xultheans—she is pale and they are violet, lavender, royal. They’re humanoid, with arachnid expression, multiple eyes twisted over their faces, full lips with insectoid jaw-claws protruding from their chins. Hairstyles resemble those on Earth, but they’re more colorful here; she passes a group of Xultheans, engrossed in conversation, each with hair that seems to be naturally a bright teal. None of them seem to notice her as she walks through the downtown city.
Each building in the downtown city is painted white, black, or a shade of gray. A beautiful gradient runs down each street, making waves in her vision as her head spins around to take the scenery in. The cityscape is relatively uniform, with each building having only slight variations in width and height. This seems to be a block lined with businesses, and she wonders, only briefly and with a chuckle, what the economic system is like here. She’ll have to check one out later, if she really is going to be stuck here forever.
Other things here are very different from Earth: a nearby tree is composed of bright pink bark and, in the place where leaves should be, a semi-transparent shimmering of dark, dark violet, like an optical illusion. She blinks, has to force her eyes away, her vision now painfully strained. There’s some sort of creature on the ground near the “tree”---it looks like a failed taxidermy experiment, a baby blue Frankenstein of tarantula and rodent, sort of like a squirrel with eight fuzzy legs and two tails spouting from the back of its ears. This abomination peels a piece of bark off the tree and skitters away with the prize in its mouth, brushing uncomfortably up against Jessica as it walks by.
She shivers.
Jessica’s instruction had been to explore the city, but it’s too unsettling, too harrowing. This is, after all, a place of nightmares. Beyond this city, most other continents are uninhabitable due to an increased amount of nightmaric energy in those areas, she was told, so she’s lucky Graham dropped her off here. On the other continents, apparently, your worst fears manifest in front of you, and they’re hungry, she is told, they’re always a little bit hungry.
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The description in this is wonderful.