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May. 17th, 2018 06:21 pmThis is not the diner. This is not Zenith. He'd stepped through the doorway, intent on returning home as always, and instead has found himself...
He isn't sure.
He's still hyuran. He is still wearing the strange garb of the diner people. But behind him is a small cave, and on inspection, the diner is not within it.
His one eye flashes.
"Whence hast this strange doorway taken me?" he asks.
He looks around as a gentle wind sweeps over the plains. He can smell the grasses, and the musk of nearby animals. He frowns, and begins walking. There is little point in remaining where he stands. It will answer nothing.
He isn't sure.
He's still hyuran. He is still wearing the strange garb of the diner people. But behind him is a small cave, and on inspection, the diner is not within it.
His one eye flashes.
"Whence hast this strange doorway taken me?" he asks.
He looks around as a gentle wind sweeps over the plains. He can smell the grasses, and the musk of nearby animals. He frowns, and begins walking. There is little point in remaining where he stands. It will answer nothing.
