Hand of the Dead Lyrist
- Zone:
- The Dryness
- Type:
- Area
At dawn, red rays strike the rocky upthrust of sand, pyrrhic ribbones jutting white-blood- sharp and skew, like eyes that cannot linger in the same place long or else be blinded.
Its crest is bumpy, knotted wisps of once- seaweed bleached by daylight’s violence, when a rare wind flutters them garrote-tight one might play them with broken fingers.
A deep crevasse mars as though here beyond elsewhere was by greatest anger a hand singeing biting lacerating thrust to sever a hand that lies here still, in dryness.
NPCs
- A snail with a burning candle instead of a shell
- Apeirophobos
- The Echo Flaw
- Untoward, Dissevered Solus
The Dryness | |
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