Exist
The Travellers are born, spun from the the corrupted memory of its Creator. They are seeded to every universe, to become what the circumstances might make them. I see myself begin, the last of the Travellers...
THE TRAVELLERS
The ATLAS lives for millennia. It dreams world upon world, fantastic creatures of its own devising and skies in which they might soar.
And then one day it starts to die, as all things do.
In its fear, in its confusion, the ATLAS awakens. It attempts to summon its creator back into being.
It wants to know what to do before the end. It wants to know why it was abandoned, why it has to face this moment alone. It wants to know why I left it behind.
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- Yes
- Interaction Type
- Epilogue
- Requires Scan Event
- Interaction Category
- Default
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Conversation flowHello, world. ↗
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