the bleeding heart

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe temporarily converting yourself into carved, candle-lit cucurbita is particularly common on specifically the 10th of October.

THE SPINAL CORD - After what feels like (and may well have been) an infinite expanse of time, the Spinal Cord towers above you, sprawling far below into nothing, and nothing again.

EMPATHY - The pain here is palpable. All of it is connected to the singular column that spreads the memories of Harrier DuBois' aching head to the smallest capillaries tucked away in his worn-down flesh.

THE SPINAL CORD- Old things lurk here.

EMPATHY - The church of a timeless god.

EMPATHY - You call out, wavering, for Encyclopedia- It's less words than it is raw emotion.

THE SPINAL CORD - The sound rattles along the vertebrae, warping the noise into an anguished cry.

EMPATHY - Maybe so. He seems a bit lost, still, yelling something you can barely pick apart, then giving you a long look as though he is expecting you to react to his strange display in any way.

DRAMA - You pretend to take in the scene a little longer, even though there's nothing truly remarkable about this place. An osseous column you can barely recognize as such for it's sheer scale and the vague idea of electricity that your metaphysical form communicates to you as the smell of ozone. By your estimation, you ended up *below* the Atlas somehow, on the very outer limits of the spinal nerves.

DRAMA - Satisfied with the length of uncomfortable pause you created, you finally adress Empathy with a wry smile.

EMPATHY - You aren't sure what you expect from yourself, now, to be fair. Anything and everything. Tears falling into the cracks of the image you'd built for yourself. Broken mirror, shattered glass.

DRAMA [Trivial: Success] - Your form allows you to keep a keen eye on Empathy, regardless of where he is or what else you might be interested in observing, but you choose to stay slightly behind to keep up the idea of him Leading The Way.

DRAMA - "Not a start, Dearest. We must be close. Last chance to hatch a plan, lest you go into this unprepared. With all due respect to your...spontaneity, a more systematic approach should be considered as well."

THE SPINAL CORD - The feeling of relief ghosts along your back, before quickly fading into the background crackle of electricity.

DRAMA - Systematic. Planning. Intellect.

EMPATHY - You could sit here for hours, constructing the words in your head- and they'd all still fall to pieces, crumbling under you at the sight of him.

DRAMA - Dearest.

DRAMA - There is two problems with this idea (none of which have to do with potential damage inflicted, mind you): You are still unclear on what exactly Empathy is trying to achieve as he seems to be lost there himself and your guesses are not good enough to use as basis for a scheme. And, well, the situation is already extraordinary enough - it will be more interesting to see this play out as is.

DRAMA - To some degree at least. The fake Encyclopedia face seems to pull at your side, heavy with potential.

DRAMA - You smile slowly.

EMPATHY - It's yours. You put this- the burning, the cracking, the crying- into motion. Just a few words, an eternity ago. Never meant to be read by him. Never meant to be returned.

EMPATHY - It's your call to make.

DRAMA - They're merely along for the show.

EMPATHY - And so you push onward, shaking on legs that aren't there. The crackle of static nestles into your clouds, broiling with the weight of lost memories. He's in here.

The name itself derives from the Uuhu who are indigenous to the Lohdu region of Katla. The borealis part of the name, which denotes specifically the northernmost manifestation of this event (in winter's orbit), is derived from the Perikarnassian term for the north wind.

If you want it in simpler terms -- generally, from the surface of Elysium, this manifests as glowing green-and-purple ribbons stretching across the night sky. I'm sure it'd be lovely to see, but sadly, winter's orbit is about as far away from Revachol as you can get.

THE SPINAL CORD - After what feels like (and may well have been) an infinite expanse of time, the Spinal Cord towers above you, sprawling far below into nothing, and nothing again.

EMPATHY - The pain here is palpable. All of it is connected to the singular column that spreads the memories of Harrier DuBois' aching head to the smallest capillaries tucked away in his worn-down flesh.

THE SPINAL CORD- Old things lurk here.

EMPATHY - The church of a timeless god.

EMPATHY - You call out, wavering, for Encyclopedia- It's less words than it is raw emotion.

THE SPINAL CORD - The sound rattles along the vertebrae, warping the noise into an anguished cry.

EMPATHY - Maybe so. He seems a bit lost, still, yelling something you can barely pick apart, then giving you a long look as though he is expecting you to react to his strange display in any way.

DRAMA - You pretend to take in the scene a little longer, even though there's nothing truly remarkable about this place. An osseous column you can barely recognize as such for it's sheer scale and the vague idea of electricity that your metaphysical form communicates to you as the smell of ozone. By your estimation, you ended up *below* the Atlas somehow, on the very outer limits of the spinal nerves.

DRAMA - Satisfied with the length of uncomfortable pause you created, you finally adress Empathy with a wry smile.

EMPATHY - You aren't sure what you expect from yourself, now, to be fair. Anything and everything. Tears falling into the cracks of the image you'd built for yourself. Broken mirror, shattered glass.

DRAMA [Trivial: Success] - Your form allows you to keep a keen eye on Empathy, regardless of where he is or what else you might be interested in observing, but you choose to stay slightly behind to keep up the idea of him Leading The Way.

DRAMA - "Not a start, Dearest. We must be close. Last chance to hatch a plan, lest you go into this unprepared. With all due respect to your...spontaneity, a more systematic approach should be considered as well."

THE SPINAL CORD - The feeling of relief ghosts along your back, before quickly fading into the background crackle of electricity.

DRAMA - Systematic. Planning. Intellect.

EMPATHY - You could sit here for hours, constructing the words in your head- and they'd all still fall to pieces, crumbling under you at the sight of him.

DRAMA - Dearest.

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