Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160726210618

Hound looked about himself as he walked through the seemingly ruined city around him. As he came closer,  he began to see exactly what it was---it wasn't a city at all. From a distance, the buildings looked abandoned, collapsed, but now they were even less. Walls became shapes, openings for doors and windows mere holes, slopes of broken roofs twisted off at angles unusable. It was stone, but it rose from the sands in an almost living way, as if it were liquid that had decided to become a building,  and then stopped. It wasn't a city; it was a mockery, and in its uneven streets he found nothing but stone and sand. He pressed on towards the spire.

He saw it closer, now, an impossible shape, spiraling into they sky. Columns and arches revolved around it, sloping upward, supporting nothing. It looked as if it had been built in layers, each time another spiraling layer built around the one outside, completely bereft of reason in its construction.

...No, there was a reason. Was it reaching up? Or...down?

As he stood with his thoughts, shielding his eyes from the wind, he saw an opening into the spire. He saw no gate before, nor door---was it there before? Were his eyes playing tricks on him? How long had he been standing here?

He continued on towards the black hole in the side of the distant tower, keeping his eyes locked on it as if it might vanish if he looked away...