Originally posted by LucasRCD
go to Star Seer's Services, and attempt to go to the Tomorrow Hill Wrongwarp. Then, meditate/get a Chakra Blitz.
You cross your legs and close your eyes, meditating at the top of Tomorrow Hill. They say that from atop the hill, you can see the bright light of tomorrow.
It's peaceful, although you can't shake the feeling, the dragging force which has been yanking you from place to place, without remorse. The sensation that you're not supposed to be here, in this city, in this moment.
You can't focus, and open your eyes again. The hill is serene, and the noises of the city seem completely muted out, as if this grassy mound stood as a sanctuary, a hallowed ground unable to be assialed by the march of machinery and progress.
The sun glows upon you, radiant, from a small break in the smoggy clouds above. You can hear the faint rustle of leaves as the wind twists and bends through the branches of the trees.
You hear motors and sirens, chattering, construction, wind traversing the deep gorges of brick and asphalt. The sounds of the city, distant and unimportant, but reassuring signs that you're not alone, an ode to potential itself.
You close your eyes again. You clear your mind, calm yourself. You are a rock, and won't be washed away by time. You are heavy, and will sink to the bottom where the currents are weaker. You feel the wave of time wash over you, trying to drag you away.
A rush. The waters of causality crashing around you, all running shallow and to one point at a speed that beggers compehension.
An anchor. You sink deep into the river, holding onto tomorrow hill with all your effort, but drowning in the waters all the same.
A thought. Are these waters your time, or everyone's time? How can this sacred ground let you hold on?
An echo. Within the rushing depths of the water, you can see more than just your present. A different item held, a different badge worn, a different skill used.
Futility. A temporal gravity pulls all water towards its singular pool of inevitability, a stinking cesspool of death, a fatal event horizon. Every action, every choice, only brings you to one conclusion.
Emptiness. A familiar feeling. Your body washes away as you give in. Your mind is wrapped in nothing, and nothing loses its form. You slip, through the earth, through the river, your body lost to you.
A patron. A flash of darkness. A world seen though. An eye which doesn't exist, and which sees all that is not is and all that is is not. Gravity does not pull you for you are not. There is no choice for all choices are always and never made.
A chill. A gnawing of guilt, of pain. All things are wrongness. Your mind pleading for the rivers. Your soul failing with sickness.
A fall. A landing onto ground, a place between rivers where time no longer flows. A fleeting respite, ground sloping down into the waters, gravity skidding your thoughts down into the rapids.
A respite. You see in the sky, other planets, other rivers, and oceans, and many pools of inevitability, and unseen ponds split across unworn trails, and rivers of time running deep under the crust, and all vast possibilities of other worlds. From above, water drips from them into these rivers like rain, drawn out by this gravity.
A reunion. You slip away from the ground and fall into the river. Your mind washes away by the raging currents, drawn into your own body with equal gravity to the pool which drags all time to itself.
Everything goes black. You feel like you're falling, and then you hit the ground with almighy force. You come to, standing inside the Star Seer's tent, as you had just walked in, unable to shake the feeling that your lungs are full of water as your heart pounds in your chest.