From slavery to servitude: Apathy of steel
A cacophony of gears and steam clogs a worker's ears, filling them. Pipes continually hiss over and around him, sometimes on him. The only protection he is afforded in this case is the standard leather mask given to all employees of the steam plant.
It is a massive tower of pipes and cogs, steam and boiling air.
Almost as hot as the liquid flowing across said pipes like the
veins and blood of a mechanical organism. George and those
surrounding him were the blood cells keeping this structure
well-maintained while it churns out the metal it is known for.
Sturdy, reliable, and diligent.
Numerous, expendable, and easily replaced.
As per the times of their living, accidents are common in the Steel
Moratorium. George is simply too accustomed to the…
A trip to the North: Dawn
"Are you sure this is the right decision, ma'am?" Two of the innumerable servants of the pharaoh stood before her in a hall of empty majesty. The light of the morning dew shines across their gilded structure, honing words long etched on them. A great deal of time was spent repairing their writings against the onset of time. Sand, as great as a guardian it was, could not help but erode some of their walls.
A bright purple scarf clothes their esteemed ruler, exchanging the majestic bundle of silk wolven from the best artisans and jewelry capable of making kings of other realms envious...for a more humble set. From the peerless dance of soft tissue to a wrinkled fold on her arms. From vibrant colors to dull shades. A complete contrast to what …
The running man
The cacophony of screams merging and feuding with encroaching roars. Anguished, victorious, somewhere in between, all resonate and echo through the leaves and trees, grass and soil, almost tempted to be filtered as background noise, white emissions.
The kingdom of scales gives little warnings to those falling for those desires, the most direct being that of a creature's screech, either bestial, raw, violent, dripping with hunger, glaring at unsuspecting preys. One that, tired with the incessant cacophony, decided to blur out its declaration, the sight of its prey being teeth, claws, or something else entirely.
If not for a creature of horrid sight and intent, then a ravenous creature walking in a woman's form and flesh. Alluring to gaze at a…
A trip to the North: Twilight
A kingdom has risen from the sand of time. Once, left to sleep in eternity under its burial from an avian entity. Them, and their fellows, the lords of those kingdoms, the last to close their eyes. Eyes closing to the curtain fall of their avian sun, forever trapped in the maw of its ancient and slithering darkness, trapped in endless oblivion.
Its final command as the teeth of the dark one sank over it was for them to one day return once the darkness of its void maw spat no more. A closing word to its people, a final shine of its brightness before silence, crypts closing down on the pharaohs as its maws closest in on the avian...
Eons, many eons passed, seeing the sand swirl and ruffle, shifting in what thought to be forever. Only for etern…
A mentor to impress
"Hehehe...finally going for it, are you, young man?" An elderly woman sits at the back of the cashier's back. A purple kimono befits her with one thick golden stripe traveling where her cloth's end should be. Thick enough that one might think it made of actual metallic gold, if not for the flexible nature of silk.
She gives a rather boastful grin to the man, flashing her vibrant, unnaturally young cyan eyes. An unconvinced, somewhat annoyed man tapping into the pack of noodles he came to buy "Don't remind me of this...I don't know why I even signed up for it".
"Ooh, well, something about a youngster coming around with talks of a way of putting the skills his welcoming country is teaching him to proper practice, perhaps?" The elderly is relen…