Title: Grey
Posted: 1st June 08
MYST (c) Cyan Inc. Written for LJ missioninsane community. Atrus POV, mildly angsty.
Grey
We do not create these Ages, we fashion bridges from words to ones already present. I knew this for sure the first time I set foot upon an abandonned Age, its people already fled.
Time and again I step from the page to disturb grey air, grey dust, and the scuffing of my boots on smooth stone sends a thousand glittering motes up to dance in the light beams shining through broken holes in once fine stained-glass windows.
In my head I hear the organ pipes (rusted now beyond repair), their resonant tune echoing up to the high dome and gallery, along which the whispers of a time long gone still drift. Ghosts surround me; the faithful ever remaining to guard their holy ground.
We do not create these Ages. Regardless of whether we touch ink to paper or not, they exist; and live and love and die without us.