The Vulgate's Wings

ID: 145610

The sanctum-fortress of Zenith is expansive, and almost silent. If you close your eyes, you can hear them – oh so faintly.

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Airs Descriptions

Wiki note: Numbers unaccounted for: 6 – 12, 15, 20, 25, 31 – 32, 34, 36, 38 – 40, 46 – 48, 51 – 54, 56 – 62, 66, 68 – 71, 73 – 77, 80 – 81, 83 – 90, 92 – 99

Levels

	The Vulgate's Wings
0 – 5	The sound of wings, and the feeling of wind upon your face.
13 – 14	Uneven stone beneath your feet, flagstones bowed by an eternity of use.
16 – 19	Footsteps behind you. Or are they the echo of your own?
21 – 24	The smell of a forest, of sap and new growth. How long has it been?
26 – 30	Cool moss beneath your fingers, budding in the cracks of derelict stonework.
33	Breathing, quiet, from around the corner. When you pass it, there is no one there.
35	A wall, wet with acid roof-drip, forces you choose between stability and scorched fingerprints.
37	The smell of sulphur. Cave-gas? Bad eggs?
41 – 45	This room is panelled in wood. Your fingers follow the grain around knots and whorls.
49 – 50	The scratch of pen on paper. It does not pause as you pass by.
55	People, left too long to fester, have their own peculiar smell.
63 – 65	What sound does violant make? Listen. Listen harder. You can hear it, in the space between silence.
67	Can colour smell? You almost fancy the violant breaches your nostrils, frustrated by the blindfold's barrier.
72	A drop in pressure. Your ears complain. Is it the altitude?
78-79	Prayer has a texture. The silence here is heavy with it.
82	The scent of hot amber, and ammonia. The Illuminated must be near.
91	Something skitters behind you. A noise borne only of too many legs.
100	You smell thunder, but the storm never breaks.