The Airs of the Forgotten Quarter

From Fallen London Wiki

The Quarter is still. It changes when you're not looking.

See here for a list of all pages which use or require this quality, or click here to show them.

The Airs of the Forgotten Quarter
0The streets are empty. Today, the road home is clear.
1 – 9A light bobs in an upstairs window, blue as a fly's belly.
10 – 19A spider promenades across a window-sill with obscene casualness.
20 – 29That must be the wind. Only the feeble winds of the Neath sob so.
30 – 39A wind-chime of mouse-bones clatters, chatters.
40 – 44Fungus dapples the stone like clots of snow. Step round it.
45 – 49A distant horn-call. A single scream.
50 – 59The statues watch. Their eyes are hollow with grief.
60 – 71Nothing. Nothing? ...nothing.
72 – 84A shadow of wings flits across a square. They are curved, like a falcon's.
85 – 89Mist develops softly in the dark places of the Quarter, like sleep. There is a lassitude in the air.
90 – 127Look up, to the bleak arch of the Neath-roof. The false-stars glow more brightly. Your skin tingles.