2018-12-30: That Burning Name
- Cutscene: That Burning Name
- Cast: Avril Vent Fleur
- Where: ???
- Date: December 30th, 2018
- Summary: Avril contemplates what she has done. Takes place shortly after the events of Das Rheingold.
BGM: (Fallen London ~ Maribeth Solomon and Brent Barkman - Where We Went) https://failbettergames.bandcamp.com/track/where-we-went
The wall of an ice sheet extends into infinity.
Here, within the frozen confines at the depths of herself she stands once more, treading a slow pace along the glacial front.
Within every person, it is said, there lies a ghost continent. Unnavigable, impenetrable, a land upon which none other may set foot.
Hers may be unique in being the continent of self that even she remains in ignorance of what lies within its furthest borders.
Or had been.
She had broken through it. The wall, the boundary that lay between herself and herself. She attained control over that roiling power that kindled within her. And yet, she remembered no more than she had before.
At times the best solution is to investigate for one's self.
To investigate one's self.
The passage is silent. Only her footfalls across the ice as she inches every closer to the rent that should exist echo across this pure quiet land.
Fitting, perhaps. She has lain silent for some time it seems.
One way or another.
She'll find the truth of that name, burning in gold.
Lolithia.
A name of power, he had called it.
Lolithia.
A name handed down through the ages. Woman, then Golem, then...
There.
She exhales a breath, fogging out into the air; footsteps take her more quickly now to the break she has left on her wall. The spider-webbing break is large. Not enough yet that she could reach more than a hand or an arm within, but it's already twice her height.
A low crack groans across the silent sky. A spray of icy shards rains down upon her, settling about her head and shoulders.
It's growing.
Tentatively, she reaches out for the edges of the break, only to jerk her hand away.
n ot e tu
The pulse of warning still remains: weakly, weakly now.
do
not
re
tu
rn
She is free to ignore it.
And so she reaches out for the break that pierces through the wall.
The warning pulse stutters to a stop.
Unwinds.
Distorts.
do
return
It speaks so gently through the hissing static.
Without kindness.
A demand veiled as a request.
Her hand retreats, if by inches.
She had known already.
The truth of what was concealed in that eternal name.
It is not for her to turn away from.