[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Eternally curious with a penchant, with a mind, eager to take hold of any information he could utilize for later purposes, his feline eyes immediately drift over the walls. There were pictures contained, not quite a tale he could recognize, but something there, brandished across stones. The waterfall rampaged until it lingered along the throngs of a river; and the floor below them kept something within, reverberations and pulses sent through his presence like refrains, anything and everything unknown. He waited though – a speculative process built upon machinations and calculations, and experiences with chaos, with bedlam, with rushing into things without some sort of preamble. He caught the nuances of either a whale, prospered by Jyoti and Amalia’s excitement, or another thing altogether (perhaps where the water gathered, rushing, rushing, rushing, and he wondered if that could be problematic or a blessing too). While they crackled with excitement, he remained calm and composed, seemingly waiting for the inevitable. Zuriel was the same, even slightly less inclined to view the water. Then they followed after starlight and constellation patterns, patchworks vivid against the walls. -- Deimos stares at the art, then follows Amalia and Kiada with Zuriel. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate