post-self/motes-played.post-self.ink
1
0
Fork 0
Code Issues Pull Requests Actions Packages Projects Releases Wiki Activity

Edits

Browse Source
This commit is contained in:
Madison Scott-Clary
2024-01-27 11:47:20 -08:00
parent 470d5a6b7e
commit 8eff223c41
10 changed files with 87 additions and 81 deletions
Download Patch File Download Diff File Expand all files Collapse all files

2
content/draft/005.md
View File

@ -91,7 +91,7 @@ And then it was dark and she was alone, her body and this mere mote of a Motes w
Days passed out of time and time passed out of mind and mind drifted only in darkness where darkness gave no count of days. Delineations came only ever from within. She knew, for instance, that she got hungry at one point and quickly turned the sensation off. She knew that at one point she got too warm and so she commanded the room to be colder so that she could bundle up.
The only interruption that came from the outside was the door at one point creaking open. Motes did not know how long had passed — this life without play admitted no hours — but she did know that it must have been night, for precious little light came in, and what light did make it into the room was Moon silver. She knew also that she was far closer to her body now, perhaps halfway there.
The only interruption of note that came from the outside was the door at one point creaking open. Motes did not know how long had passed — this life without play admitted no hours — but she did know that it must have been night, for precious little light came in, and what light did make it into the room was Moon silver. She knew also that she was far closer to her body now, perhaps halfway there.
Even with so little light, it was plain to see A Finger Pointing's silhouette, tall and slender, and so she remained where she was.