shad0ws0ngs
07-07-2015, 10:14 AM
a tiny piece of cubical urnon
It's urnon.
MB: 1m CB: 1.5m to glassengine and sold
>rub urnon
You run your hands over the smooth planes of the cubical urnon, your fingertips causing motes of dark violet color to lazily drift across its surface.
Loresong:
You weave your melody about the urnon, and it begins to shudder intensely as if it was on the verge of breaking. It melts into a small puddle in the palm of your hand and begins to emit a piercing shrilling noise that is heard more in your mind.
You attempt to match the tone, and the urnon's noises increase in tone to an almost urgent pitch, and your vision flashes briefly with images too fast to comprehend or decipher.
The urnon become still, then reforms into its normal shape.
You attempt to match the cubical urnon's faint hum you heard before, your voice rising with the same urgency it now seems to speak with in your mind. Faint feelings begin to flash across your senses as the urnon ripples violently, and you feel its power reaching out to you...
A vision suddenly flashes across your eyes, too quick to see clearly, though it breaks your concentration and brings your song to an abrupt end. Looks like you'll have to try again.
You match the cubical urnon's metallic humming with perfect clarity this time, and it shivers violently as its tones mix with yours. Suddenly your senses are utterly overwhelmed by flashes of feelings and visions...
You feel embraced by everything in nothing...
You drift endlessly in a sea of intense joy and immense sadness...
You laugh the laugh of a madman and comprehend all...
You see everything yet your eyes are shut...
You hear all, but you have no ears...
You lie dead on the floor, but feel more alive than you have ever felt...
You massacre a field of people, yet they smile invitingly at you...
One thing remains constant as the different feelings pass over you... a faint shadowy presence looms across each like a predator in wait. As the visions and sensations pass, you get the sense that you felt the touch of pure chaos for the briefest of moments.
You make a clunky attempt to weave a melody around the cubical urnon, and you sense its energies pulling away from your song rapidly. As you search for the perfect tone, your voice suddenly cracks, and you let out a piercing falsetto note that causes the urnon to shiver almost to the point of breaking. You decide not to press your luck further.
It's urnon.
MB: 1m CB: 1.5m to glassengine and sold
>rub urnon
You run your hands over the smooth planes of the cubical urnon, your fingertips causing motes of dark violet color to lazily drift across its surface.
Loresong:
You weave your melody about the urnon, and it begins to shudder intensely as if it was on the verge of breaking. It melts into a small puddle in the palm of your hand and begins to emit a piercing shrilling noise that is heard more in your mind.
You attempt to match the tone, and the urnon's noises increase in tone to an almost urgent pitch, and your vision flashes briefly with images too fast to comprehend or decipher.
The urnon become still, then reforms into its normal shape.
You attempt to match the cubical urnon's faint hum you heard before, your voice rising with the same urgency it now seems to speak with in your mind. Faint feelings begin to flash across your senses as the urnon ripples violently, and you feel its power reaching out to you...
A vision suddenly flashes across your eyes, too quick to see clearly, though it breaks your concentration and brings your song to an abrupt end. Looks like you'll have to try again.
You match the cubical urnon's metallic humming with perfect clarity this time, and it shivers violently as its tones mix with yours. Suddenly your senses are utterly overwhelmed by flashes of feelings and visions...
You feel embraced by everything in nothing...
You drift endlessly in a sea of intense joy and immense sadness...
You laugh the laugh of a madman and comprehend all...
You see everything yet your eyes are shut...
You hear all, but you have no ears...
You lie dead on the floor, but feel more alive than you have ever felt...
You massacre a field of people, yet they smile invitingly at you...
One thing remains constant as the different feelings pass over you... a faint shadowy presence looms across each like a predator in wait. As the visions and sensations pass, you get the sense that you felt the touch of pure chaos for the briefest of moments.
You make a clunky attempt to weave a melody around the cubical urnon, and you sense its energies pulling away from your song rapidly. As you search for the perfect tone, your voice suddenly cracks, and you let out a piercing falsetto note that causes the urnon to shiver almost to the point of breaking. You decide not to press your luck further.