As you enter, you find your emotions diminishing, receding to the back of your mind. Not gone, but nowhere as easy to access as they would normally be. It’s a numb, chilly sort of sensation.
You’re standing on what looks like a stained-glass platform. Pictured on it is Peridot’s Beatrice. Your surroundings are otherwise fairly sparse, the color in them faded to grey and sepia, like something which happened long ago, and has begun to fade, though it has not been forgotten.
There is a straitjacket lying on the ground, and next to it a pair of glasses without lenses in them.
Jagged chains pierce the glass on the side of the platform, hooking into it like burrs. The chains lead off into the distance, toward what looks like another platform - one choked by a smoke-like darkness.
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Mission 3
Date: 13 Jun 2013 04:00 (UTC)You’re standing on what looks like a stained-glass platform. Pictured on it is Peridot’s Beatrice. Your surroundings are otherwise fairly sparse, the color in them faded to grey and sepia, like something which happened long ago, and has begun to fade, though it has not been forgotten.
There is a straitjacket lying on the ground, and next to it a pair of glasses without lenses in them.
Jagged chains pierce the glass on the side of the platform, hooking into it like burrs. The chains lead off into the distance, toward what looks like another platform - one choked by a smoke-like darkness.