Premise
You had to take that blind step. Through the darkness, or mist, or smoke. Perhaps you walked through curtains that wrapped around you, covering your eyes. For whatever reason, you took a step forward, not seeing where you were going. That was the wrong step.
You find yourself in an eerily pale forest. Thorns jut out of the bare, white trees like hungry fangs. Above you darkness lies without even stars to break the icy blackness. Despite that, a wan, pale light surrounds you. Blue, elegant letters blaze on the white, sandy ground:
Welcome.
This is a warning.
This world hungers, and your world will be eaten.
You can't fight the hunger.
You can travel home and back with a blind step.
But you can't escape forever.
The hunger advances inexorably.
Some can follow your blind steps.
What you can do is find the truth. The truth will save you.
Others are in similar straits to you.
Write to them.
You do not need writing implements.
Speak to your shadow.
They will see and hear your shadow.
Find the truth together.
Below that, angry wet red letters fade in, one by one:
DON'T TRUST THE BLUE LETTERS
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You find yourself in an eerily pale forest. Thorns jut out of the bare, white trees like hungry fangs. Above you darkness lies without even stars to break the icy blackness. Despite that, a wan, pale light surrounds you. Blue, elegant letters blaze on the white, sandy ground:
Welcome.
This is a warning.
This world hungers, and your world will be eaten.
You can't fight the hunger.
You can travel home and back with a blind step.
But you can't escape forever.
The hunger advances inexorably.
Some can follow your blind steps.
What you can do is find the truth. The truth will save you.
Others are in similar straits to you.
Write to them.
You do not need writing implements.
Speak to your shadow.
They will see and hear your shadow.
Find the truth together.
Below that, angry wet red letters fade in, one by one:
DON'T TRUST THE BLUE LETTERS
navigation
devouringplace ~ devouredlogs ~ devouredooc
premise ~ rules ~ faq ~ setting ~ npcs ~ events
applications ~ reserves ~ taken ~ wanted ~ suggestions ~ canon updatescode