It didn't exactly make much sense to go through. [ a little peevishly, but he starts again: ]
On Earth, the ouroboros has its roots in ancient civilisations: the first to use it were the Egyptians, then the Greeks. History was never really my thing, although I had more of an ancient Egypt phase than an ancient Greek phase. [ beat. ] Anyway, it's been used predominately as a representation of rebirth, endlessly — you know, the cycle of life, death and rebirth? That was on the floor of the church.
If it's got anything to do with magic, that's not exactly my bag, either. But given the resets, I'd be surprised if it's unrelated, you know?
So, now we've established that — the church started off pretty much as you'd expect. No altar, religious texts, a little sign of use but nothing beyond the ordinary. The bell was ringing except when we got up there, it was turned over on its side, covered in dirt, dust and grime. Couldn't have been used in months, if not years.
[ a breath. ] Time in dreams being what it is, the staircase on the way down shifted from what it'd been when we went up: they reflected use, and also showed signs of desperation — fingernail scratches. People had either been trying to get in or get out. Same story for the trapdoor.
Somewhere in between all of this, the walls oozed black tar, the church smelt like sickness and Bruce found a note inside a bible.
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On Earth, the ouroboros has its roots in ancient civilisations: the first to use it were the Egyptians, then the Greeks. History was never really my thing, although I had more of an ancient Egypt phase than an ancient Greek phase. [ beat. ] Anyway, it's been used predominately as a representation of rebirth, endlessly — you know, the cycle of life, death and rebirth? That was on the floor of the church.
If it's got anything to do with magic, that's not exactly my bag, either. But given the resets, I'd be surprised if it's unrelated, you know?
So, now we've established that — the church started off pretty much as you'd expect. No altar, religious texts, a little sign of use but nothing beyond the ordinary. The bell was ringing except when we got up there, it was turned over on its side, covered in dirt, dust and grime. Couldn't have been used in months, if not years.
[ a breath. ] Time in dreams being what it is, the staircase on the way down shifted from what it'd been when we went up: they reflected use, and also showed signs of desperation — fingernail scratches. People had either been trying to get in or get out. Same story for the trapdoor.
Somewhere in between all of this, the walls oozed black tar, the church smelt like sickness and Bruce found a note inside a bible.