PW: Return To The Arduous Incline
From Create Your Own Story
Your upheld, staked breath is contested and won by the wind; you congratulate it on its victory afterwards, and take sharp intakes of breath at the activity. Your eyes are becoming narrow, feverish and make way only for bi-lateral objects in the thin, horizontal space that the light-inquisition and eye after the eyelid now occupy.
Hallucinating traces of polyester in the air as your nostrils become slightly scorched with salt: you bend your legs a little and hope to refresh their haggard, cramped nature.
Eventually: an air-salubrious enigma catalyses your strength to become an active perambulation-member once again. You rotate to your back, and plan your goal once again as this cliff.
You march over there; dunes of sand slither past and meet inside the crevices of your insoles as you perform this dance of machinery; fascinating is that: this purple-reflecting sand radiates lukewarm temperatures and is generally very illuminating and pampering. You feel as if you were standing on top of a cushion.
After a short ascension: you meet this wall of solidified swordsmen, engulfed in the mind of a sweeping grey sediment.
| Status | |||
| Circumstances | "Saturated, lucid" | Paraphernalia:
"Satchel" | Concepts:
"Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will, flux, reduction" |
| Circular Reasoning | "Logically Sound" | ||
| Profoundness | "Nil" | ||
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