- Pronoun
- they or she
The space between worlds, shapeless and unknowable, has many names. The Astral Plains. Spirits' Edge. The Dream Lands.
It is no physical location. One cannot simply walk there. It is the place where souls from different worlds may meet, whether living or dead. And when they do, the skin of reality will ripple, flow, and take on an appearance they can understand. Most often, a quiet crossroads lit by alien stars.
Spirits drawn here are usually few in number, and may expect to return to their bodies after speaking with each other, maybe playing a game together. They do not expect to arrive in their dozens. They do not expect to be called together with a purpose. They do not expect to travel somewhere else.
Yet, it has been known to happen.
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It is no physical location. One cannot simply walk there. It is the place where souls from different worlds may meet, whether living or dead. And when they do, the skin of reality will ripple, flow, and take on an appearance they can understand. Most often, a quiet crossroads lit by alien stars.
Spirits drawn here are usually few in number, and may expect to return to their bodies after speaking with each other, maybe playing a game together. They do not expect to arrive in their dozens. They do not expect to be called together with a purpose. They do not expect to travel somewhere else.
Yet, it has been known to happen.
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Laura opened her eyes. She hadn't pitched camp outside last night, let alone under an open sky, but yet... She looked up at a sea of stars, with no moon, nor clouds to hide a moon. Around her, a dark plain extended to the horizon. It was an empty horizon, at that. No distant mountains, no buildings, nothing.
She felt for her pokéballs, and her fingers brushed against nothing. A sick panic rose in her chest, but dulled, as if she were drunk... or dreaming.
"Who actually pinches themself in a dream?" she muttered, and chewed her lip. She felt it, as if it were real enough. She felt the pinch she gave herself, too.
"Howls afar," she swore, quietly.
She wasn't dreaming, then.
Laura took a step forward, and the featureless ground rippled beneath her boot to take the form of packed earth, slats of wood, metal rails. She walked along the track, and the railway built itself out of nothing in front of her. If this wasn't a dream, it was some kind of... trip? She didn't think she'd had anything that could do that. Or had she lost her mind?
"Hello?" she called out, as she walked the railtrack. "Can anyone... Uh."
There it was again. Not a voice, exactly, more like she was imagining a specific voice? But she hadn't imagined it, it was a thought from outside her own head.
"What the fuck is going on?" snapped Laura, clenching her fists and trying not to sound like a lunatic, even now, alone, in this lunatic situation.