The Central Park

[Elanorîn]

Description:

The park was bigger than it is. Not much, but still bigger. A newish block has eaten away half of it leaving what remains of the Central Park quite small. It is quite well kept and can still allow a few minutes fairly pleasant stroll, depending on what company follows or lurks within. The odd tree along the outside stretch high for the sky offering shade for those who venture out during the day while few of the many flowers and shrubs in the little park tend to be in bloom. In fact, the vast majority are nocturnal flowers, opening up and spreading their sweet scent at sunset and through the night rather than during the day.

[Crucification]

۩ Rising from the depths of oblivion, through the delicate fabrics of the cosmos, somatic entities flourish and trail from a minuscule in all dimensions. Blooming similar to that as an idea with in the mind, the Sacrosanct grows, flowing forth from the delicate state in which co-exists to this reality, as the rhythmic vibrations create Token with in this realm. Onyx threads pierce the fabrics horizontally and vertically, as warps with in space itself obscure the foundations of the balanced world, while matter was built from the string up wards. Piecing Token together rather quickly, the threads intertwine with another, creating his attire, while Token himself rose from seemingly nothing. The fabrics of his cloak quickly assembles as well as his other interior clothing, as those hypnotic vermilion hues observe his rather unusual surroundings. The ever growing presence of the Sacrosanct circulates through out the depths of the land, creating the sensation of death, blossoming in a field of pain and torture. The crucifier has risen, and feeling a little, giving this evening. Transmetal fluids pumping through out his veins quickly, as he being would simply progress absolutely no where, wandering to his own 'heart's' content. ۩