Deep within the recesses of human history, buried in the earth further than Kelvin or nearly any other human can fathom, a renovated mansion sits in a ruined city under a red sky. Tattered skyscrapers stretch out to the black hole sun watching over them. The tallest ones’ top lights blaze on by its grace. The ground is pulverized black stones gemstones, paths and road long ago taken back by the elements. Archaic scraps of metallic materials litter traced outlines of road.
People gather around the mansion. Only around ten, and they don dark robes and painted faces. They hum ancient hymns in unison with their hands raised high, swaying ever-so-slightly with the flicker of the candles around them. A small orb of light lingers above for a time and then hastily makes it way across the dilapidated skyline.
The mansion’s doors open with a brilliance of cool light and two emerge. Both are tall: one with light brown skin and long brown hair that caresses down past her thick hips. She wears a priest’s robes with high slits down each side with a dark red collar and a symbol of an elaborate sun-disk against a backdrop of wings. Her counterpart is taller still in matching garments — this a more traditional robe that shows off nothing — with murky translucent skin. Their hair is short and devoid of pigment just as their eyes are.
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Hers, however, are a brilliant green set against a beautiful and tired face. The people outstretch their arms and chant “Akhenaten” at the sight of them until she raises a hand. She looks to the black sun and grins.
“For centuries we have attempted to rouse her,” she gestured and they follow her fingers delicately reaching out to it, “but the Repression is not easily liberated. My family has worked painstakingly for years without pay, without praise or acknowledgment. You all too. Your mother hasn’t forgotten.
“Which is why now is so, so significant. She’s never made a sound, not a twitch. But today? She had herself a little temper tantrum.” She grins. “But I don’t need to tell you that. You felt the tremors in the dirt knocking us all on our asses, and you dug the blood out of your ears when she finished screaming her beautiful song.
“You’ve all been so patient and I’m thrilled to finally reap the benefits, together. But first we must find the source of this power. It’s the missing piece to our puzzle. Infiltrate the Willways. Go to the Tides if you must, but find us what we seek. For the Repression.” She throws her arms out to them and they chant her name again as they reach back.