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The fingers stay flat. You weren't expecting that, and you're not sure what to do with it. Has the god been deafened? Or... is it here at all? It is dead— was murdered. A ghost? This is your mind. A memory? A remnant?
"What are you doing here?" you say.
Nothing.
"What am I doing here?" you try.
There: a subtle tilt of the head. "Do you have something to show me?" you continue, bolstered.
The god raises a finger on its top-right hand, brings it in, and prods you gently with it. It twirls its bottom-left hand. You take the cue and turn around.
Behind you and below you is wasteland: the ground a glittery, choppy white all the way to the horizon, the sky smoggy and reddish. The sun glares down from above, and a black moon menaces beside it. There is no life and no movement.
"What is this?" you say.
No response. What were you expecting? You peer out into the wasteland for clues, but succeed only in hurting your eyes. In the interest of covering your bases, you fall apart. There! The fidelity is bad, but beetles have an eye for motion. Something is down there after all. You recombine, ignore the dizziness, and look carefully. Yes. It was camouflaged against the white, but there is a creature down there: a lizard, white, spiky, two-legged. It's trudging somewhere.
You have no idea what this means, and the god isn't telling. As soon as you spot the lizard, you're scooped up again in the fist, the god's great beak looming down. The whirlpools churn. You mean to speak, but the fist glows, and the tide rolls through you once more.
>[TO BE CONTINUED — AGAIN!]
I warned you about the update length! I would've found a way to throw some options in here if this wasn't the final update of the thread. Enjoy the cutscene instead.
