You sit down on the floor in a criss-cross sitting position. You take in a long, deep breath while closing your eyes. You're not exactly well versed in the art of meditation but you've seen enough movies and shows to get a rough idea. You exhale. You inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
https://youtu.be/b-H7LJLq9QU - MIND'S EYE
You start losing track of the world around you. You start to forget about your apartment. You start to forget the floor around you. You forget your legs, then your arms; Soon you even forget your torso and head. All that's left is YOU. You and the infinite darkness around you. There is simply nothing here.
You hear a voice in the infinite darkness. A wispy, cold voice. Familiar, you recall hearing it on your first mission. You still can't tell if it's a woman or an effeminate man. You have no idea what it is but it isn't one of the four voices normally in your head.
"It's beautiful, is it not? The world. The people. I envy your ability to touch, to see, to be in it." The voice sighs. "Yet, it is wrong to envy you. I love you all the same."
"Be my medium. Be how I paint this world. I love you."
You want to question this voice but your mouth stays firmly shut as if it has a mind of its own. The voice doesn't bother speaking again. You're left alone in your thoughts which are steadily fading away. Before you even know it, your eyes open back up. A warm fuzzy feeling sits in your chest.
<span class="mu-g">Your head doesn't hurt as much anymore.</span>
>RESTRAINT: 6/7 You're not going to dwell too much on the random audio hallucination you had. You get up off of the floor and after making sure your muscles aren't locked up, you head out through the front door. The biting cold snaps you out of whatever funk your meditation got you into.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Your legs start moving on their own. Where your mind forgot, your body knows the City. Deep in your bones. It is time to rediscover one of your caches.
Seems like the weather has gotten worse since you were last out. You can barely make out anything further than five or six feet in front of you. It's a flurry of frigid wind and snow that, to be frank, fucking BLOWS to walk through. As quickly as the storm hit, it's already gone. You're standing outside of a rundown and abandoned...bakery? Huh? You didn't even know this side of District 7 had one.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] That's why you hid your cache there. It's been closed since 2235, about twenty or so years ago.
The windows are boarded up but the boards have been so ravaged by time and weather, it takes a simple tug with your telekinesis to rip the barely held together wood off the window. There's no glass underneath so you manage to crawl in through the empty window pretty quickly.
It's pitch black in here so you slide on your night vision goggles.
Aside from a few chairs and tables, the only real thing of note in the building is an old parcel placed on the counter. Your cache. Time to see what you left for yourself.
