Early morning on
Sunday, January 29th, citizens will awake to a great rumbling below their feet—books are knocked off of shelves, things placed on counters wobble dangerously, though no buildings will be felled in this earthquake. There
is shaking, and worry to be found in the shaking. And if one were to hurry outside, or perhaps have a glimpse outside of their window…
They would witness the
wall surrounding the city falling down.
A great mass of dust and debris rises into the air as the wall laboriously crumbles away, falling stone by stone to the earth below. The city will be surrounded by a ring of rubble once it is through falling, and yet there is still shaking.
Were one to be by the river, they would bear witness to the gush of water that explodes up from under the earth. The red water is washed away, flowing rapidly down the way that the westernmost wall had once hindered before. It leaves the water muddy but clearer than it had been. Eventually, the torrent will slow to a more sedate level as opposed to the urgency in which it had risen up from below the earth. The end of the river seems to flow off a, well,
edge.
To the westernmost of the city, what had once been blocked off by the wall is clear. There is a sheer drop into blackness, and that is where the water flows off of. There is nothing this way to be found except that strange drop and it’s not advisory to go jumping off for the sake of experimentation.
Just as the wall had fallen and the river washed clean, so too will things change about the city. Buildings that were out-of-place on the outside have been changed to suit the Victorianesque buildings already present. In the middle of the city, a great obelisk made entirely of what has to be ruby has been placed. It is surrounded by a fountain, the water glinting slightly in the light. Cracked roads and sidewalks have been fixed, and it gives the city a strange paradoxical feeling of archaic newness…
Where the eastern wall has fallen, landscape stretches out for exploration. If one were to go too far to the north or south, they would find themselves at sheer drops like that one to the west. But the beginnings of this landscape roll away in a great stretch of brown, spotted with patches of white snow—a plain. Here the ground is rolling.
If one were to proceed
northwest, they would come upon a lake, just before plain changes into forest. It is still and quiet here, but the water is clear and the banks are gently sloping. A few trees ring around the eastern part of the lake and grow into a thicker forest as you proceed eastward.
The forest also ends up bordering most of the south from the city and onward, though a mere smattering of trees. When one reaches the forest— Here the trees grow thick, whatever paths that may have been here before grown over. You
could follow the animal’s trails, if you really wanted to. Here there are animals, burrows, fallen trees grown over with moss and lichen and mushrooms, wild vegetables, maybe even an apple tree or several for once the fall rolls around.
If one successfully navigates through the forest, they will come upon the
mountains. The jagged slopes reach up high, daunting, though there are ways to be found if you’re so determined. Within the mountains are caves—either naturally created or oddly man-made, though clearly abandoned.
If one were hoping for a way out over the mountains, they may be disappointed. The other side of the mountains and the very bottom trails off into another drop into murky blackness. Don’t lose your balance and go tumbling down!
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