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TGOCT: Round 1 - Reality pt. 5It was a dead end.
What exists before Genet now is simply a wall that stretches far high onto the place where she can't see anything. Despite of the existing light from her surrounding (which is the bottom of the wall, but oddly nothing close to source of light are in her vision), they cannot reach that far, and what's beyond there is a mystery.
As the wall stands in front of her eye, what was located around her are high stacks of boxes with many objects inside it. Most are broken or incomplete dolls or mannequins. Despite their non-existing eyes, Genet could feel a particular feeling of being watched by many. However, that is not entirely her concern right now. It was that shadow earlier, entering the same path as her, but nowhere to be found.
“Gone, huh…?” she murmured, “I thought I really saw it running this way. It certainly is impossible if I lost her…”
On her pursuit, Genet noticed the shadow had long fluttering hair as well as childish skirt
TGOCT: Round 1 - Reality pt. 4On the other side of the "storage" room, where it appears to be quite dark, a door had slammed shut in the wall and disappeared, giving a certain man anxiety as well as excitement. For some moments, he does not fear anything and awaits the appearance of a certain being he would sure to call as enemy.
An odd creature is slithering next to him as he walks and it hums an unknown song to him. He would usually shush anyone who gave him too much noise. Nonetheless, right now, he is bothered by other thing after walking quite a distance.
“Hey, cat-worm,” Emmanuel calls to the creature next to him, a certain entity with reddish-brown worm body and similar colored head formed like a cat’s head.
The creature replies his call with a single hum.
“Where the hell is my opponent?” he asked, seemingly agitated.
“Omigod!” it spoke in a playful tone. “How should I say it, but well, I have to say that I totally don’t know about it!
TGOCT: Round 1 - Reality pt. 3There is a single room quite well-known among the residents of The Gallery. The room which is said to be the only room that is unchanging amidst the uncertain dimension of the Gallery. Nothing else is known to bear similar significance like it.
This room is known as the meeting place for the "judges" of the game.
The room isn't frequently occupied until the time arrives, when people and creatures from various places gather in The Gallery, unwilling or not. However, it is now as the game begins, some creatures are seen inside the infamous room. All who seem to keep a stern face as well as amusement.
Truly contradictive feelings.
“I just realized that this time we have some interesting players!” the pig-tailed girl giggled as she stares outside the window after the dark furred cat left. It became her short entertainment to watch the people bellow in order to avert her confused mind from the cat lady’s earlier anger.
“We sure do. The variations are mu
TGOCT: Audtion - Impossiblity pt. 2The ghost was standing amidst the dark room full of boxes and dusty furniture pillaging and standing around her. There was barely any light besides the little amount of it coming from beyond the door facing her back. However, it was never a problem to her, as humanly restriction now doesn’t work on her any longer. All these darkness and she was still alright. In fact, right now, her eyes has fallen into certain pictures encased in frame and paying attention of its little details. It was showing a picture of a man and woman in their wedding day, and another one is the said man and woman with a little girl. She seems so young that it can be assumed that she is barely even able to stand yet.
Suddenly there was these knocking sounds. Three soft knocks on the door and it was enough for the ghost to turn around and see. There was a woman with wavy long dark hair, leaning her body to the door while pulling down her hand that apparently she used to knock on the wooden door. The faint gho
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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