Airs of Zenith

ID: 145616

Silence and strange lights.

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Levels

	Airs of Zenith
0 - 5	Everywhere you look, Zenith crowds with relevance. "Take me with you," the walls seem to whisper, "Treasure my histories like an oyster with a pearl."
6 - 10	A bas-relief, surrounded by scratchy annotations. 'But it was never thus!'
11 - 15	The quiet here is almost physical. It weighs down your tongue, wraps you in its blanket.
16 - 20	Somewhere above, the sound of a door closing, and the scrape of key in lock.
21 - 25	A fluttering shadow whips past. Too big to be a bat.
26 - 30	Apocyan false-stars glitter weakly through the violant.
31 - 35	The glim-chimes of the Illuminated sing as they walk their endless penance.
36 - 40	A glimpse of something wet and red, like a bloody termite. The next moment, it is gone.
41 - 45	The sound of distant wingbeats, and creaking wood.
46 - 50	A shadow in an upper gallery. One of the Keepers of Zenith, engaged in a rare moment of rest.
51 - 55	Bas-reliefs depict scenes from scripture that even God's Editors would reject.
56 - 60	A maze of nested galleries, extending above and below.
61 - 65	A Starved Woman on a Moon-Miser mutters a blessing: "May your form match your self."
66 - 70	The light here has a texture. It ripples like water.
71 - 75	It used to be easier to forget.
76 - 80	You blink. Your eyes itch, as though the sights have etched themselves on their interior.
81 - 85	Is that blood? No – only a dark patch of moss.
86 - 90	Your footsteps have never felt so loud.
91 - 95	What is source, and what is echo? Truth is muddled here, pulled in too many directions at once.
96 - 100	There are thoughts flitting across your mind that you don't think belong to you.