The old man wasn’t nice he was FANTASTIC, he gave inky a huge slab of meat, vegetables, and most importantly water.
inky had to endure a whole month without sustenance or hydration which usually would conclude a man’s story but if one were to intake after surviving such a tale, no matter the quality offered by the nourishment, it would taste as scrumptious as Aphrodite’s kiss.
So while the food would normally taste as good as parchment, given the circumstances, the dopamine levels inky’s brain accelerated to nearly made him faint.
”Who are you, old man” inky questioned
The old man just looked at him with a disappointed expression.
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[Soo embarrassing!!] inky failed to fathom how he could forget they had different languages.
Soon after the embarrassment flouting in the air ceased, the grey-haired man motioned for the boy with jet-black hair and pupils that looked like sea’s of ink ever changing in their movements as the young boy examined the stone wall he found no spectacular or unusual sight, but he didn’t question the man as he was a child and a young catered one at that, his parents year of coddling lingered in the child mind and ironically enough decreased his chances of survival making him extremely gullible.
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“🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶” soon the old man sang in a beautiful melody, his voice sounding unlike his body, instead in the likeness of a blossoming young talent with his crisp vocals.
soon a series of runic patterns began circling the two males with each rotation increasing in speed, when the runes reached their apex in intensity they all ranged into the wall and organized themselves into three rows of text, shortly afterword the two males collapsed into piles of red sand.
When the blinding lights and hallucinations that inky was experiencing extinguished he was met with a unimaginable scene given their environment he saw a thriving city that looked Medieval in nature but instead of normal houses the houses seemed to be endlessly tall as if they were as tall as the mountains themselves the highest of quality located at the top and bottom and within this area a single centerpiece stood with four rivers flowing out of a bright rad and gold temple, the city looked like it was chiseled from marble and gold, the greenery placed in the most aesthetically pleasing paces possible.
there were endless farms when he turned his back seemingly with the purpose to supply the populace with quality food.
”what is this place”