Inside the doors was, without a doubt, the core of Pike's being. An oasis in the desert, sprawling and beautiful, subtle and simple. There were plants spreading tendrils across the way, the stream bubbling up and going across the way. It was completely surrounded in stone about four feet high, then spread out into an open view of the sky above.
It was immediately obvious that something was missing, and that was the stars. There were none, just an empty dark sky that was settled into sunset-dusk.
Across the way was another huge set of doors. Trailing down the pale stone were streaks and handprints in blood. At the foot of the doors was Pike, his eyes closed and very still.
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Date: 2009-09-13 12:30 am (UTC)It was immediately obvious that something was missing, and that was the stars. There were none, just an empty dark sky that was settled into sunset-dusk.
Across the way was another huge set of doors. Trailing down the pale stone were streaks and handprints in blood. At the foot of the doors was Pike, his eyes closed and very still.