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@this-is-not-an-alien

Hello dearest little sister of mine. Do you trust me?
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The Warning and Message moaned.  Joints creaked as they raised ponderously into the air.

The land around them was abandoned.  Useless.  No cure here.

They rolled thousands of electric-blue eyes, peering, hoping…

Dare they say praying?

Yes, they do.

They prayed with mind not heart.  They had no heart.  Not anymore.

The wind keened.  The clouds opened.  The sunlight slipped through.  It was almost magical.

They did not like magical.  Magical took their identity: name, memories, life, body, EVERYTHING.

But that instant – it was beautiful.

They took a ponderous step forward.  The mountain – crushing their back, sneaking roots through their chest, replacing whatever heart they once had – swayed slightly.  A hican fell – crashing down their’s side, splintering when it finally hit ground.  It had been loosening for years – It was finally gone.

They wished the mountain was too.

Every night, the mountain was heavier.  Every shift between this form and the Little One made the truth – more crushing than the mountain – more obvious.

They were dying.

The Warning and Message took another slow step forward.

For hundreds of years they searched for a place to rest.

For hundreds of years they searched for a cage for the curse.

For hundreds of years they searched – and failed.

Thousands of eyes peered through thick wrinkles.  The Warning and Message stepped and stepped slowly: hundreds of sharp legs lift, a ripple of forward movement, hundreds of legs fell, another ripple of forward movement.

Then, suddenly, a flash.

A noise in the earth.

A deep – bone deep, no.

No soul deep tone, smell, taste, blast of magic.

A beacon.

A hope.

“Another like me.” was the thought.

“Another cursed.”

“Another attracting”

“Another WARNING.”

They turned slowly to the right.  Thousands of eyes converged.  16 minds yearned.  HOPE.  Brighter than the sun that the Little One with two eyes and one mind couldn’t see.

It was distant.  A spot of red to eyes that only saw shades of green.  Magic.

The Warning and Message had a clear direction for the first time in 600 years.

And they welcomed it.
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Okay, the mood I was going for is opening credit scene: you have RelevantMusicTM playing and a slow taking in of the scene.  I want to invoke the feel of a slow, deep, looming music with bits of Gregorian chant sprinkled in.

Can someone tell me if I was even close?

Also @this-is-not-an-alien, your quest for trouble is physically tangible.