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4482: Last-Dappled-Light-Before-the-Gloam

Rime followed close behind her mate as they trailed through the once grand halls, left abandoned and forgotten by their creators along with the rest of their world. But tonight, the walls long dead were alive once more with the sound of laughter and stomping feet, trampling their way through the world in joyous partying that clashed with the outside world. It was a far cry from the alpha labs, despite the similarities; two abandoned buildings full of death and b...

There were so many sights, sounds, and scents around the museum that it was almost overwhelming, all layering on top of one another. Past, present, future. They were walking the same paths that humans had walked hundreds of thousands of times but instead of coming purely to bear witness to and learn about the events of the past, the islanders were here for something entirely new. Twisting, intermingling, tangling together in a way that might never have happened,...

It was warm. Not unseasonably so, but compared to the relatively stable temperatures in the Alpha lab, it was warm. Almost hot, though not unbearable in the shade of the tall trees in the forest just beyond the decayed, sprawling expanse of an old, abandoned city. Gloam was relatively comfortable, resting her head on the smooth nest of quills that ran along Rime’s back. A hazardous pillow, if Rime suddenly bristled about something, but Gloam was quite certain ...