Welcome back to Lady Aesc! We have an incredible adventure this week from the minds of Dillon O'Hara and Aidan Mason, so let's just go ahead and dive right in...
One moment, Aesc and her companion Jason were traveling throughout the Dawns, watching as the threads of the universe passed them by. The next second Aesc was alone, finding herself in a gray metallic room with a bunch of people in suits. The stench of corporate filled the air and thousands of monitors were strewn throughout the room.
Instantly, everyone in the room flew into a panic as Aesc tried to work out what the hell was going on. Alarms began to blare and that was when Aesc figured that she should probably run. Without really thinking too much about it, she burst into a sprint, exiting the room to find herself in a hallway that had multiple doors on both walls. Ignoring them for now, she kept running as the shouts got quieter and quieter.
Eventually, Aesc found herself in a massive amphitheater, bigger than anything that she’d ever seen before in all her lives. Row after row of seats were present, that stretched beyond her field of vision. The stage was massive, big enough for at least twelve school buses.
Before she took a further look at her surroundings, however, she took a look back, making sure that no one was following her, or hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce. You’d think that she’d be easily able to hear them coming, but Aesc’s experience from her previous adventures across time had taught her that not every villain was careless enough to be heard.
After making sure that no one was after her, Aesc finally let out a sigh of relief, and took a deeper look at her surroundings. By that, she wasn’t taking a look at the colors, or the size. Rather, the smells, the feel, the vibe.
What she found temporarily put her in a bad mood. She’d been all over time, and as such, she’d seen many, many amphitheaters. Those had culture baked into them, a feeling greater than one could describe. They had soul, heart, imperfections that made them unique and special. They were the genesis of some of the greatest culture that Europe had to offer.
This….was not it. It was sterile, soulless, with no heart. Sure, it looked well made, with no obvious flaws, but that didn’t matter. It was merely a disgusting substitute for real beauty. Even the most cracked and dirty amphitheater was much more attractive to Aesc than what she saw right in front of her eyes.
Speaking of eyes, Aesc noticed something in the corner of her eye. Many different things out of the corner of her eye.
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The cold wind stung Jason’s eyes. Where was he?
He looked down to discover a faintly ridiculous all-white uniform. Clutching a hand to his head, he found a similarly ridiculous all-white hat. And as he looked side to side, he saw what appeared to be soldiers in all-white uniforms and all-white hats, lined up in either direction as far as he could see. Before them was the ocean, a big ship on top of it, and, in a stark yellow font as if from a typewriter:
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