PW:Inhabit the Trees - Revision history

Heathin at 17:33, 3 September 2016

2016-09-03T17:33:54Z

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	The grass-blades are illuminated by a primordial and vivid violet that switch from the emissary of the dim to the emissary of the lustrous in minimal windows; blink and you'd miss when the shreds of light disappear.		The grass-blades are illuminated by a primordial and vivid violet that switch from the emissary of the dim to the emissary of the lustrous in minimal windows; blink and you'd miss when the shreds of light disappear.
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		+	{{Philosophystatus\|Paraphernalia="Satchel"\|Circumstances="Saturated, lucid"\|Circular Reasoning="Logically Sound"\|Profoundness="Nil"\|Concepts="Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will, space, nature"}}

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Heathin at 11:05, 12 August 2016

2016-08-12T11:05:25Z

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	*[[PW: Reapproach The Sign\|Head back towards the sign]]		*[[PW: Reapproach The Sign\|Head back towards the sign]]
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Heathin: Sleep

2016-08-12T11:03:51Z

Sleep

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As the weather is void, the sky is pitch-black void, the clouds loitering in an empty expanse, your eyesight starts to fail and become maligned as you percieve little darting flecks of rainbow-lights in the more active parts of the sky.

Your feet feel very heavy in such a cold and humid environment. The winds immerse you in thin layers and cobwebs of moist and wintry water-vapour. Indoctrinated by the facticity of the cold, your goal becomes steeply intertwined with that of a radiating sanctuary. It is not favourable for a country respite to be held out here, ponder you.

You start to stagger forward, as your teeth clatter. Gradually: the chaotic noise of the shivering sea abasing the rocks with its cogency and earthbound nature become fainter and fainter. It is replaced by a rhythmic hum, encompassing the whistle of salubrious grass-blades dancing in a strong force and the ethereal fronts of wind dashing across the hemisphere.

The grass-blades are illuminated by a primordial and vivid violet that switch from the emissary of the dim to the emissary of the lustrous in minimal windows; blink and you'd miss when the shreds of light disappear.

Do you:
*[[PW:Respite In The Trees|Attempt rest]]

*[[PW:Attempt To Reach The Height of a Tree|Attempt to manoeuvre to the top of a tree]]

*[[PW: Reapproach The Sign|Head back towards the sign]]