Obediently, you wander through the doorway within the machine. The stars vanish, the lights fade. You are surrounded by total darkness. You turn, and before you is a grand sphere, so massive as to dwarf all things. It emanates a
tone, and you are drawn suddenly to it with great speed, the surface growing larger and larger until you, paradoxically, gently touch against it. You step upon it, and the
sound you make echos out into nothing forever, reacts with the
amber you're standing on. Tiny sparks, bursts of light, the stone beneath your feet becoming gold and silver and water and obsidian and spreading
so fast.
The tones change. You are bombarded by
chastisement, fury, terror as the sphere opens like a maw beneath you, and you tumble in. The suddenness of your fall, and the chaos about you as the precious metals and stones fall with you, leaves you unable to tell what is happening as you descend. Your fall is endless.
<Curious
Furious>
<Intrigued
Incensed>
<
Incorrect! Improper!>
<Interesting. Abnormal>
Around you coils a number of spheres, patterned, organized, yet also chaotic, disjointed in their motions. You can only hear them speak because the chaotic ones ping off of one another, striking others and producing
tones that you can recognize. The organized spheres make geometric patterns, twist in rings and move perfectly, not even straying as they are struck by the rest.
The ordered ones close in upon you, and you lose yourself...
You appear in a place you do not recognize, a thousand screaming voices begging for attention, in hunger. You appear upon a plain of yellowing grass and beneath your toes is impossibly fertile earth. The sun beats with dreadful heat above you. A figure approaches, at once
like you, and
unlike you. In the same moment, from the same being, you feel both kinship and paralyzing terror.
[] Hide!
[] Greet!
[] Run!