NO MAN’S SKYDB
Name's final resting place is disturbed by a wild, crackling energy.
My suit interprets a message in the beats of the static: reality is fragile here, thin and breaking. The breach may not be fully reparable, but it could be stabilised with a material sacrifice.
A luminous fluid seeps from the earth below the grave. It seems reactive to my presence, flowing more rapidly when I move my hand closer. Is this an offering? Something to aid me?
The static runs through me, intruding upon my body. My nerves scream in pain as they conduct the wild energy. The sensation stops as suddenly as it began. I feel like I have been here before. I feel as though I am sinking into sleep, anticipating yet another night of the same recurring dream. The grave, at least, seems stable now.
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The liquid runs eagerly into my palms. It smells sweet, almost appetising.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
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