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Once, there was a
Reality. A Reality with a
world. An Earth that mirrored many like it. It’s human populace was subjected
to creatures of supernatural qualities. Sublime wonders,
but mostly horrors 10 fold over. Others would speak
of this Reality. Titling it with a mocker that reflected the heart of this
Reality, The World Of
Darkness. But this
Reality’s parameters did not have eternal life. And when it’s time came, it
fractured into boundless directions as it fell into seizures on it’s death
bed. A new Reality has
all ready formed with the dark Essence of the old, but nothing remains except
what individuals take with them to their Realities. In the old World
Of Darkness, there a place of pure Quintessence. The element and building
blocks of Reality. Here it was channeled, collected and recycled. One the few
rare landmarks, in a landscape of continuous change, was an apple tree on a
small island of soil. And underneath it laid a secret, a rare bridge to a new
Reality that completely escaped the power of the WhiteWolf and Black Dog.
Newcomers would find the Negative First Dimension. This portal is no
more. Those that travel
to the Negative First Dimension still feel Reality shift and converge upon
crossing the Dimensional Threshold. You feel your Essence shift slightly as
though you are not the same. You catch a scent of green foliage and the
brushing of tree branches and rich plant life. There is a blue marble of a
planet, much like Earth. It sits quietly in it’s orbit around a little yellow
sun. On the planet’s surface there are doorways. Detailed like those of a
Japanese Inari Temple, their purpose to mark the boundaries of their
protectorate. Whether you pass through them or walk around them, you step
into a dense forest. After a period of time of just walking, you break into a
spacious clearing. What luck! You
found the original colonization point of this region. A huge now ancient
apple tree greets you. The designation sign still reads “Richter Tree” with a
small heart etching. Blood red apples still swaying to the air, the flesh of
the apples still rich blood, It’s the spot, a patch to the hole if you will,
of a portal that is no more. The immortal
Richter Tree survives, a welcoming greeter to those that travel the first
trail. On the other side of the clearing, you find a sign. It answers one
question, and creates many more.... |