Green Labyrinth
OPEN TO ANYONE
03-19-2018, 01:09 AM
Do you hear it?
Bamboo grows tall around the entrance to the Green Labyrinth and it easily masks sight of the mysterious warren within. Where you stand, thick mist lays in waiting, stagnant and unsettling. A hint of what lies ahead.
The rain spills lightly down from murky, grey cloudscape upon you and though it falls straight, the sound of wailing wind touches your ear. Strange? you might think. Maybe you touch your nose to the sky or lift the dense feather of your wings from your humid flesh, but there is no puff of breath to cool you, just the tickle of ceaseless drizzle.
It howls…
The stench of your steaming flesh rises through the maze. It is an irresistible temptation for some lurking within the shadowy, disorienting corridors, an invitation too good to turn down. As you delve deeper, navigating blindly, devoured by every twist and turn, the sound you can hear seems to grow, yet still, the air all around you stays unnervingly still.
Before you know it, a wall of vegetation looms in front of you, a dead end. You are standing in thick, murky fog and even if the thought of turning back to the start crosses your mind, the clever trail of shoots you have left will be difficult to find.
Bamboo grows tall around the entrance to the Green Labyrinth and it easily masks sight of the mysterious warren within. Where you stand, thick mist lays in waiting, stagnant and unsettling. A hint of what lies ahead.
The rain spills lightly down from murky, grey cloudscape upon you and though it falls straight, the sound of wailing wind touches your ear. Strange? you might think. Maybe you touch your nose to the sky or lift the dense feather of your wings from your humid flesh, but there is no puff of breath to cool you, just the tickle of ceaseless drizzle.
It howls…
The stench of your steaming flesh rises through the maze. It is an irresistible temptation for some lurking within the shadowy, disorienting corridors, an invitation too good to turn down. As you delve deeper, navigating blindly, devoured by every twist and turn, the sound you can hear seems to grow, yet still, the air all around you stays unnervingly still.
Before you know it, a wall of vegetation looms in front of you, a dead end. You are standing in thick, murky fog and even if the thought of turning back to the start crosses your mind, the clever trail of shoots you have left will be difficult to find.
the Rift
