Sada found himself outside the Day Court’s walls. They were magnificent, really, to a man who had never seen architecture. He’d grown up amongst sand dunes and zealots. He had just passed through sand dunes, and awaited the zealots both anxiously and eagerly as he entered what he suspected was, in fact, a mirage city.
There were many people within. They stared at him, but not too much, which he did not know may have been because of recent events that left so many others starving. He definitely looked like shit but had forgotten what he looked like. These were horses, he thought. Not quite like that green thing from before. The vultures were still different, which was a sign that things had changed, yes, but he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. Or if he was still in the mind prison! If everything was in the mind prison! Who could say? Not one caught within its walls.
”Walls,” he murmured. The structure had been explained to him by a very concerned and somewhat frightened passerby. ”Walls.” Someone walking by stared. Sada stared back. He marched right into the center of the market.
This was a lot of people, even for a very elaborate mirage. He wasn’t really sure what he thought about it, until he started screaming, which was very involuntary and primal. Some people that partake in primal screaming therapy never come back and just scream forever. Sada stopped, eventually, mostly because his throat was hoarse and a crowd had gathered around him. ”This place is lovely,” he coughed, ”Really phenomenal. I just learned what a wall is.” He grinned, very wide and not actually as artificial as one would think.
There were many people within. They stared at him, but not too much, which he did not know may have been because of recent events that left so many others starving. He definitely looked like shit but had forgotten what he looked like. These were horses, he thought. Not quite like that green thing from before. The vultures were still different, which was a sign that things had changed, yes, but he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. Or if he was still in the mind prison! If everything was in the mind prison! Who could say? Not one caught within its walls.
”Walls,” he murmured. The structure had been explained to him by a very concerned and somewhat frightened passerby. ”Walls.” Someone walking by stared. Sada stared back. He marched right into the center of the market.
This was a lot of people, even for a very elaborate mirage. He wasn’t really sure what he thought about it, until he started screaming, which was very involuntary and primal. Some people that partake in primal screaming therapy never come back and just scream forever. Sada stopped, eventually, mostly because his throat was hoarse and a crowd had gathered around him. ”This place is lovely,” he coughed, ”Really phenomenal. I just learned what a wall is.” He grinned, very wide and not actually as artificial as one would think.
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