PW:Wait For Yet Longer
From Create Your Own Story
Staying doesn't necessitate inactivity; you rack your brain for Science, induction; you need to know wither and with what haste this sea will proceed. You strive for a mood of moderate peasantry with only the treasure of knowledge orbiting your torch of wealth; you are constantly burning this torch and it exudes the chemical answers into insistent vision in return, and these evolve from being phantasms to existing as aliases, condensed to neurons for amounts of temporal perception, for amounts of time that can resolve at factors of angstroms but can extend to periods as futuristic as hours, if they are intoxicating enough. This dispenses and disparages a simple thought, novel: you enquire about what it says, your most internal language can interpret the factual document it turned out to be.
Something about the sea is what you wanted to peruse; very bi-lateral was that appetite to what emerged in response, which was knowledge indeed of that flavour. You respond to receiving it by reading it; it was something you sensed combined with one earlier realism of an event not dissimilar to this. You have a despondent sort of vacuum, which may be known as the "undertow", and it is affirmative that you can perceive one in action, if you look beyond your feverish vision and switch realism to some senses: you encounter a dangerous example of that in the world, which is claiming your boat, and the claw of sea venerates backward movements. You are examining this with no real facial expression other than dry, open eyes and heavy lower lip.
| Status | |||
| Circumstances | "Recovering, lucid" | Paraphernalia:
"Satchel" | Concepts:
"Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will, space, salubrious things, procrastination" |
| Circular Reasoning | "Logically Sound" | ||
| Profoundness | "Nil" | ||
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