Deep within the mists of an as of yet un-named realm sat a pile of gems of all different sizes, colors, and shapes. Ranging from a small green heart to a large almost impossibly intricate koi fish taking on the classic orange and red of said koi fish.
All but one of these gems, a small orange gem similar in qualities to a polished Citrine gemstone, were rather rudely pushed aside by a large snout. The owner of said snout was a large multicolored godly being which resembled the dragons depicted in ancient Chinese folk lore. This divine beast, commonly known by mortal folk as The Rift Maker, had special interest in this small orange gemstone. Whilst one may call it to be one of the more bland gems within the pile it regardless held the attention of the godly being, for said devine being had a plan for this little gem.
Reaching over with an almost comically small arm the grand entity grabbed the tiny little stone and with little but a thought created a gateway, a tear in the fabric of the world with undulating sides of all the colors in the world which almost appeared unstable as well as being something one may call a rift, into the world of Inta. In specific a small patch of dry desert foothills settled up close to the tallest mountain in the realm, one which sadly had yet to be named.
The mythical monster flew through the hole in space, its body longer than the unnamed mountain was tall, and down to a small little divot in the dry foothills. Pretending to search about for the perfect spot almost ignorant of the fact it already know instinctively where to place the little orange crystal the divine creature finally settled on a small little dip in the land, a place which also happened to be occupied by a rather sad looking bush stubbornly holding on to life for as long as it could. Gently pushing the few branches of the bush out of the way the godly beast softly placed it in the dry soil.
Not yet finished the beast would forcefully shed a tear which appeared impossibly tiny compared to the beast which had just created it. Carefully collecting the tear with a claw which despite its comically short nature managed to reach the eye through yet another smaller hole in space time, the mythical creature reached down and let the tear roll off the claw and onto the bright orange stone shaded by the sad little bush.
Content and seemingly finished with its business here the devine dragon floated up and away from the place it had just set the small orange gem and simply turned around and disappeared back into the rift in reality it had originally formed to come to these dry hills. Said rift promptly closing up and reality returning to how it was content to believe it had never been disturbed in the first place.
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I awoke with a start and trying not let the light of day ruin my one day of rest out of the entire year I quickly shut my eyes again . . .
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY EYELIDS
I quickly threw . . .
WHY IN THE NAME OF THE WORLD KEEPER CAN I NOT FEEL ANY OF MY BODY PARTS . . .
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AND WHERE THE FUCK AM I FOR THAT MATTER TOO.
Then it dawned on me, this was simply another silly little dream and all I had to do was wake up then I could go about enjoying my day of rest and relaxation. So not knowing what else to do I simply decided to wait out whatever silly shit this dream was going to throw my way, I'd spent all my life dealing with my godforsaken dungeon delving family members and could certainly wait out a little dream.
Well, I guess sense I'm hear and I at least look around a little right? Trying to look around at my surroundings I quickly noticed that I could see in quite literally see in every direction and for some reason my little rabbit-folk brain wasn't getting fried by all the information it had to process. Well I suppose it is a dream after all it wouldn't do if my brain exploded from trying to process too much information in something it had concocted up all by itself right?
Peering around my surroundings I quickly noticed that half of myself was buried in the dirt, I then not so quickly noticed that I was in a small divot in the land with a small and quite sad little shrub looming over me. With nothing else to do I decided I might as well count how many leaves are on the small bush.
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There was fifty four leaves on the whole thing, well at least on the part I could see, and not a single one of them appeared to be as green as all my years of farming told me they should be. In fact most of them were brown and looked ready to blow off at the slightest disturbance.
Sighing internally now that I realized my little distraction was gone I decided I had nothing better than the sit here and contemplate until I woke up.
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It was nightfall in the dream and I was starting to feel like this was taking longer than it should have and I had also run out of thoughts to think about.
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WHY IN THE NAME OF THE WORLD KEEPER IS THIS DAMNED DREAM NOT OVER.
IT IS THE NEXT FUCKING DAY AND THIS PEICE OF SHIT MIND OF ITS OWN BRAIN INDUCED HALLUCINATION HAS NOT FINISHED, I WANT TO GO OUT AND SPEND TIME AT THE LOCAL SPA NOT STUCK IN A HELLSCAPE OF MY OWN MAKING.
Knowing I needed to calm down or I wouldn't get out of this predicament, I took in a deep long breath and let out the same breath I had let in. Not stopping to contemplate how I was breathing in the first place.
After that nice breath the first thing I noticed was that I could now see from the single branch my breath had landed on, the second thing I noticed was that I appeared to be a small little orange gem. Strikingly similar to a Citrine gem the gem my parents had named me after due to my similarly colored fur.
Wait . . . aren't dungeon crystals similar to gems? Bah its probably just some influence from my freakishly strong dungeon delving family.
That's when the memory hit me like a rouge and extremely angry ox. Well it did quite literally hit me too, turns out I was dead at the hands of my neighbors new ox which was quite upset with me for some reason or another. Right before the single day off in the entire year I had spent working those damned fields.
Actually there's no way this could be real right? Dead at the hands of that ugly beast? Turned into a dungeon crystal? I knew of cases of it happening but it truly couldn't happen to me? Could it?
That's when I started screeching like that Wump Rat I had caught in the act of stealing from my precious supply of Pine-Cherry fruit. Part of it was because I could never taste that heavenly beverage the Pine-Cherry fruit would be brewed into. Part of it was because I was dead and would never see any of my friends and family ever again. Being turned into a dungeon crystal stuck in a literal shit hole probably had something to do with it too.