@pastelpixels suggests: > Inspect the rocks and see what, if anything, lies beyond
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The sand crunches under my feet as I move forward, step by step, over to the rocks up ahead. Three of them sit mostly upright in the sand, in various states of disrepair, and I pause.
That is... an awfully familiar sight, unfortunately-- the positioning, the design, all scream "not a rock". My ear twitches nervously, and I take a step back, uncertain.
My mask breaks me out of my thoughts before they can delve any further.
"NOT A ROCK, DUMBASS," says the notification that pops up, helpful as ever. A startled laugh escapes me, and I wave the popup away. "No," I agree, "I suppose it isn't just a rock."
Fear subsided, I crouch by the tombstone, brushing sand off of the worn smooth surface. Despite the cracks, the stone looks rather undamaged, as if it's never seen a proper storm-- or, more accurately, as if it got stuck in time somewhere down the line.
My fingers linger on the stone for a moment, dread beginning to bubble in the pit of my stomach again, before I grab it by the scruff and throw it into the ocean.
No.
We are not going through this now, I decide. There's no reason to assume this planet is empty-- though the first sight being tombstones is a little unnerving. I refuse to believe there is no life here other than hostiles, not again.
And if it is...? A little voice inside me whispers, and I scowl.
If it is, it simply isn't anymore. I am here, and I refuse to believe it.
I stand, turning sharply, and walk to the stairs, the cool stone and familiar sound of my staff against something solid clearing my head as I scale them.
I stop at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to get my bearings. The large rock (boulder? Mountain? Listen, I'm not an expert on rock terminology here) that looms before me has, luckily, a cave at its base, well lit enough that I could safely assume that there was an opening on the other side somewhere.
There is also, towards the wall near the entrance, a small bundle of candles.
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Spotted at the local target today.
[ID Start: A person sits in an office chair at a desk and seems to be staring at a space above the laptop in front of them. There is an arrow pointing to them that reads "Forced 2 create (did it to themselves)". They are crying. /End ID]
Help.
Aaaand we’re back!
Ah, eyes. Both my bane and my....broth? Help
BONUS: A friend’s sona in the same cube bc I need to figure out her eyes also :3c
Seems this one has multiple flavors and textures. Careful when peeling the petals, they're fragile!
I DON'T LIKE THIS VACATION.
Artist’s Bane