Lunifer felt oddly comfortable while lacking everything. Her body felt it extended further then the confines of her skin, like her blood vessels reached further outwards. This created an odd disturbance in Lunifer, for itself didn’t give her any physical discomfort.
Yet she felt… she felt, she couldn’t find a feeling let alone a word for it. Her mind was not designed to remember this feeling, yet she was to experience as she would come to understand. The molding of flesh, the folding of mesh, the holding of her mind. Lunifer felt solidarity come from within her world of solitude. Lunifer’s world took truth and meaning from hidden absolute orders. The drum that powered and pounded itself into being as it was to always do. The form of a flesh within the definitions of her world, her boldness built by design, her beauty expressed from the truth.
But Lunifer felt her world only a catalyst for great implanted designs, what was to be good, must come from her want and need for it as well. Manifested Worth waited for Lunifer to make it known, she was to accept the absolute truth of her design, if… she just… reached. Lunifer felt what was known split open at her command and peeled out before her.
Humid air rushed in, giving Lunifer a startled readjustment toward the true world before her. Soft orange light grazed apron Lunifer’s hazel skin and brunette hair, giving her a dull silky shine. She stretched in the glow, enjoying the warm comfort that slowly guided Lunifer’s awareness to her surrounding. She lay in a white bed of a splayed out silken cocoon, her cocoon, which seemed to be the focus of this room, its purpose.
An altar centred amongst translucent pipes that glowed a soft orange sometimes gold hue. Erected like pillars toward a dome ceiling folding to a point in the centre. Where they formed a large hanging pipe that reached down more than halfway and split open like petals from a drooping flower. From there came the humidity and this mist that flowed down covering the floor in a dense fog. Lunifer knew nothing to make of this with how very little anything gave her any sense of familiarity, Yet where she lay implied she held an importance to why this room was made and its prime function.
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Lunifer crawled off the comfortable altar dipping her toe into the fog, the sharp contrast of touching the cold hard flooring despite the warm room sent a surprised jolt through her. The floor felt quite smooth but was not at all flat, not in the sense it was uneven ground but of lines and symbols that were carved into. Many small patterns that Lunifer could feel with her toes but designs quite larger seemed to be the focus of the symbols, intriguing her to explore beyond the altar. Painting a foggy picture in her head as she felt around the massive murals and crossing to the other side of the sanctum.
Where between the pillars was a massive hallway filled with arches and the strange pipes giving that same amber glow. Lunifer stopped and looked back at the altar in the middle of the sanctum then to the hallway that led beyond, hopefully to more discoveries or answers. The sound of her feet tapping against the hard floor echoed a soft tapping sound in contrast to the low, almost warm hum from the walls and pipes. Lunifer counted to maybe the fortieth archway before she stopped in front of two large doors, oddly without any doorknob or keyhole. Curiously she touched the doors looking for anything to be recognizable for a way to open them. Nothing, the doors were flat. Lunifer paced, pondering her predicament.
She didn’t see any other hallway, this was the only one and the sanctum was the only room. She felt slightly disheartened to have to walk all the way back, but with nothing else giving her an option Lunifer walked all the way back to the altar, finding she enjoyed the humidity of the mist and warmth of the silken cocoon. As Lunifer enjoyed the comfort so much she felt that she should share this comfort with someone, Lunifer found that she felt very much alone.