I Am Someone To Fear, Not Hunt
Something was wrong, Emersyn could not help but notice the absence of birds flying through the air.
And clouds - the few that there were, were nothing more than blemishes of white on a silent, still painting. The air was stifling for what it was, the area quiet and void of life at the time that she had come to see it for herself. Nothing made sense to her and she did not like that this place was so much more different than any other that she knew about. The only satisfaction that she got from following rumors about 'the bridge to nowhere' was that it was unfortunately true.
Well then.
At least her time was not wasted time.
The grullo stopped in her own tracks abruptly, no dust (she noticed that). There was no breeze to distract the sculpted rose curls and waves of meticulously styled hair, for this, Emersyn was quite thankful. But this place, as appealing as it was to Emersyn, was still very unsettling. She knew about the Gods, knew their history, considered their existence, and then found herself wondering about things beyond her. She did not like to believe in someone that could have such power and control.
But what if it was true? Clearly Time was frozen just as that old slog told it. But here, in the middle of broad daylight (night?), she found herself trying to reason her way out of his wild tale. A mysterious gray horse walked this place for what seemed to be hours, days, possibly even weeks, and a sun - this sun - followed him like a shadow before he vanished.
And now it was all as still as a statue - the very waves crashing upon shore were twisted, droplets of water suspended in time rattled the very foundations of Emersyn's comfort zones. Her lip twitched. It was harder to consider science, because if all things are still, the sun cannot possibly emanate with heat. Heat is energy. Energy is entropy. Entropy is motion. Motion is movement. We measure our movement with increments of Time.
Don't we?
It was easier to swallow the story if she just didn't think too hard about it - and considered the texts she read prior to coming here instead. The horse vanished right here, supposedly. If Emersyn's memory served her right (if the drunkard's story was even true at all) - and there was nothing here. She even spent the time to look down and all around, no trace of any foul play, no sign of any phenomena aside from what was already current.
If it had been a God, then she would have suspected the one responsible for the Sun.
"Solis?"
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