>>6325895>Think about your past, who you are, and all other memories forbidden.The steps drag all rays of sunlight, as the dirt, red presses and compacts. Kilometers below, tectonic plates crumble under the weight, and the ground becomes hard and sterile.
The thoughts forbidden proliferate, like flying memories; butterflies at night that swing and surround. They are impossible to catch, intangible and ever moving.
“I was born.. the daughter of well known mystics, the most prominent in their crafts, an enamoured couple. Oh, my parents.. Through their lives, more so in their youth, they traveled across continents and the capitals of the world in search of great knowledge.
In their ventures, I often found myself dragged along. Rather than from our closeness as family, it seemed beneficial for my nurturing to learn about the world in practice, and not theory. And even then… When I think about my life’s memories, few times do I remember ever living with my parents; at least, no time where I recall much of an imperturbable stability, rather than an imminent end dictated by an upcoming trip.
In my memories… truly, the days I most often recall are in their absence. Through lengthy periods in my years of development, I would spend my days in the care of a vast variety of tutors and custodians; my parents, when they had to go away, placed me with them for the enrichment of my character and the nurture of my knowledge. Languages, history, culture and dance! –fencing, haruspicy and the occult, that, and a hundred other sciences and crafts, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind…”
Your bag hits your rear suddenly upon vaguely tripping onto the uneven terrain. Momentarily you gain consciousness again, your feet are truly starting to hurt. You look down and notice the tip of your boots is dusty and scratched, and you feel a bit cold; in the distance, the sun is wanting to hide behind mountainous curves. You can:
>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoes>Resist the wind, like a woman. Who dares to defy you?Dividing more and more the rambling sponges of limbic juices, you attempt to return into momentum, to make the journey faster and less taxing. You remember the snake oils, dusty odors, the simian skulls, the horses, caravans, the Africans, creole fencers, the rebels, the giant heads of Olmecs and the shrunken heads of Zuleys, the mummies of Guanajuato, and then… your grandma… you can:
>Think deeper about your family and the times you were together>Introspect into your own undeniable memoriesA)<span class="mu-r">(Two choices must be made in this turn.)</span>
B)<span class="mu-r">(Choosing a memory will grant you a skill.)</span>
