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Who: rev13_3 and papas_bunnydoll
What: Jay meets God
When: June 16th
Where: Antheia's temple
Warnings: Will update as needed
To find the being Antheia (blessed be her name), said the angel, one must travel a great distance, following such landmarks (a river, a forest, a fall of stone) until one arrived at the edge of her temple grounds. The temple would be apparent, the angel had promised, but Jay hadn't set a single foot upon a single stone of her lands. Not yet.
He was going to meet God. This wasn't a journey that should be undertaken lightly.
There were no guards (that he could see), no throngs of worshippers, no signs of life at all save for the insects humming in the shade and the birds calling from the treetops. Still, he could feel her presence, like a magnet in his chest drawing him forward.
He didn't approach. Instead he knelt, right at the very edge of the brilliant pink moss, head bowed... and he waited.
rev13_3 and papas_bunnydollWhat: Jay meets God
When: June 16th
Where: Antheia's temple
Warnings: Will update as needed
To find the being Antheia (blessed be her name), said the angel, one must travel a great distance, following such landmarks (a river, a forest, a fall of stone) until one arrived at the edge of her temple grounds. The temple would be apparent, the angel had promised, but Jay hadn't set a single foot upon a single stone of her lands. Not yet.
He was going to meet God. This wasn't a journey that should be undertaken lightly.
There were no guards (that he could see), no throngs of worshippers, no signs of life at all save for the insects humming in the shade and the birds calling from the treetops. Still, he could feel her presence, like a magnet in his chest drawing him forward.
He didn't approach. Instead he knelt, right at the very edge of the brilliant pink moss, head bowed... and he waited.