She might actually be going somewhere and is not happy about it || Greek Myth and all that

[curseofdisbelief]

Games of puppets and dreams of men! Mortals must not play as gods. Gods know. Gods listen.

A place of light and of darkness, no place for mortality, no hope for any soul.

We are all of us an Echo, and who, then our Narcissus? Another torture, another game, another soul, another dream. Taken, taken, and gone. Gone again, and gone far from fallen homes and broken cities.

Your glass house shatters.

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[cassie_of_troy]

[There's some hysterical laughter in the darkness.]

[curseofdisbelief]

Say what you say, Shadow. What do Shadows say?

[cassie_of_troy]

That depends very much on where you find them. Some shadows are quite talkative in these games.

[curseofdisbelief]

What does this Shadow say?

[cassie_of_troy]

Do not go worldwalking. It leads to dangerous places. Not physical danger. Endangered souls.

[curseofdisbelief]

It speaks of choices. I speak of orders. No choice in world, no choice in walks. "If wishes were fishes..."

[cassie_of_troy]

Wish for the House of Hades. Othryoneus is there.

Expect the worst. That's all worldwalking is.

[curseofdisbelief]

Wishing does not make it so.

[cassie_of_troy]

No. But only humans can wish.

[curseofdisbelief]

Wish all they wish and nothing changed.

[cassie_of_troy]

No. Nothing changes. But that is the point.

[curseofdisbelief]

A poor point to make. Sense is made, journeys are made, no points.

[cassie_of_troy]

We can only play with the toys we have.

[curseofdisbelief]

We are all toys to be broken.

[cassie_of_troy]

If there is one thing I can say for worldwalking, it is this:

When the gods worldwalk, they are as easily broken.

[curseofdisbelief]

Already broken, sometimes. Have care for the glass walls in pieces at your feet.

[cassie_of_troy]

Glass will melt.

Sorry for the delay. I'm at work >>;;

[curseofdisbelief]

And bones will break.

Me too, no worries

[cassie_of_troy]

Everything can be destroyed. Except for one.

[curseofdisbelief]

My Lord under the earth will have his way always.

[cassie_of_troy]

But that's no great sadness.

[curseofdisbelief]

Asphodel or Tartarus?

[cassie_of_troy]

Elyisum.

[curseofdisbelief]

Not so sad a thing as death.

[cassie_of_troy]

Not at all.

[curseofdisbelief]

Heroes to Elysium, but where the victims of heroes be?

[cassie_of_troy]

That would be telling.

[curseofdisbelief]

Tell, tell! There are no secrets.

[cassie_of_troy]

You would not believe me.

[curseofdisbelief]

What is left to unbelief? None believe.

[cassie_of_troy]

No one ever believes.

[curseofdisbelief]

What is let to disbelieve?

[cassie_of_troy]

You would be amazed...

[curseofdisbelief]

Not so much.

[cassie_of_troy]

[More laughter.]

[footnotes]

The muns don't have room for it all, they're messing with something too big for them. Look how often they lose control of what they're doing, for fuck's sake. So what do they do? What else could they do? They make rooms. Rooms and rooms and rooms within rooms. Stretching on and on. No glass houses, only dark endless hallways. We're all Echoes, there's sure as hell a Narcissus, but it's more than that. The coin has two sides.

We are all Asterion.

[curseofdisbelief]

Have you no stones to throw?