[color=bdbdbd][center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4241058]Gru[sup]Sum[/sup][/url]
[sub][color=ffffff]The City of Teluval - A not so Lonely Bridge[/color][/sub]
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He stood over an abyss, an infinity of air and regret between himself and the dark throat below. He stood there on the very edge with his toes curled and his weight ever shifting. He pushed loose smaller pebbles, throwing them from their perch and listening to the sounds they made as they bounced off invisible sloped walls. They continued cackling at him until swallowed by the pitch black.

He stood under an abyss. Blue and orange hues hung like sheets of paper in the sky and folded into itself a thousand times. The colors mixed gently as they flapped against the wind to create a moving image, like that of watercolor that never dried. The painting was ever flowing, every changing. It moved as if alive giving way to the promise of freedom but a promise that remained forever out reach. Blue and orange became blue and violet became purple and weaving in and out of these folds was the briefest glimpse of a light. It was the Sun... or the moon. A beautiful ship forever lost at sea.

[center][color=ffffff][i]...How late it is...[/i][/color][/center]
The light of another day's dusk gave way to the eerie grey of another day's night. The air became cool, almost damp, as if wading in ice. The cold was particularly annoying. Despite the absence of the wind flowing between cliffs, it managed to slip into the folds of his clothes and drag a tongue against his skin. It snaked up his body, over his chest and nipple, across his neck, nipped at his chin and planted a long kiss on his lips. His breath became frosted and he shivered. The cold was impossibly hard to escape and standing here wasn't helping. He needed to keep moving.

He peered through the dark trying to find his way. Surrounding him was the familiar yet unfamiliar. A whole world molded by Gods. Metal and earth was stretched apart and squeezed together. Structures twisted about in impossible shapes and wrapped themselves around each other in grotesque yet beautiful ways. These shapes were then thrown across gaps of empty space, speckled in light and layered in a mist of ambiance... of thoughts, ideas and lament. A hundred thousand bridges to a hundred thousand different worlds and yet... here he was without one. He stood waiting at the end of a path that clearly said "this way".

[center][i]This way[/i] lead to no where. A drop off. A dead end. An unfinished idea. An unfinished wo-[/center]
[center][color=ffffff][i]...Wait...It's moving again...[/i][/color][/center]
A loud yet muffled rumble like that of the Earth splitting overtook him and he watched a strange and familiar city begin to shift. The large blocky shapes of the world broke apart and moved as if on their own. One shape became two. Two shapes became one. Streets and alleys and canals like veins detached and reconnected, finding and giving new life to neglected parts of the body. Like clockwork, like a sleeping restless child, Teluval stretched and shifted and rolled and became... Teluval once more. Blood flowed anew and undiscovered paths were opened waiting to be explored.

As the moon and the stars hung low in the clouds above, luminescent light fell upon the Lonely Bridge that was not there only a moment ago. It's path cracked and old, encroached with the soft green of flora that had been left alone to flourish. Etched in dirt and mud and shattered stone was the faded carving of an eye staring up at him from between his curled toes.

[center][color=ffffff][i]...There she is... She'll be our guide...Follow her lead Gru..."[/i][/color][/center]
[color=ffffff]"Hmmmphfff."[/color]

[center]A grumbler crossed a not so Lonely Bridge. The abyss below. The abyss above.[/center][/color]