You’re in a vast and roughly circular cavern, pale and frozen needles of rock sheeting down the walls. The floor is covered in cool, clear blue-green water -- through some odd trick of heart physics you’ll find yourself only ankle-deep in it, no matter how tall you actually are.
In the middle of the cavern is the wreck of a crashed spaceship, come to rest in the water. Though the metal is still shining and untarnished, you can tell that the crash must have happened a long time ago, long enough that a multitude of strange plants and vines have grown up around the wreck from the floor of the cavern, anchoring it down. You can see a pair of sliding doors in the side of the ship underneath the vines (closed for now) but if you walk around it or explore the cave, you might be able to find other ways into the ship, or elsewhere.
Up above you -- high up above you, a rough hole has been blasted in the ceiling, showing where the ship must have smashed through. You can see the sky though it, painted in the soft golds and purples of sunset. Some light sheets down into the cavern through the hole, but most of it seems to come from the water itself. The whole place is glittering from it, strange cool rainbows reflecting off the walls.
Eve is here, standing in front of the wreck. She’s dressed in a sharp suit with a Jasper-red waistcoat -- though she’s barefoot, and the cuffs of her pants are rolled up to her knees in acknowledgement that she’s, well, standing in water. She surveys your group, unsmiling, and claps her hands once; the sharp sound echoes.
“Well, I certainly can’t say I didn’t expect this to happen at some point. Welcome to this heart, everyone.”
a calm place
You’re in a vast and roughly circular cavern, pale and frozen needles of rock sheeting down the walls. The floor is covered in cool, clear blue-green water -- through some odd trick of heart physics you’ll find yourself only ankle-deep in it, no matter how tall you actually are.
In the middle of the cavern is the wreck of a crashed spaceship, come to rest in the water. Though the metal is still shining and untarnished, you can tell that the crash must have happened a long time ago, long enough that a multitude of strange plants and vines have grown up around the wreck from the floor of the cavern, anchoring it down. You can see a pair of sliding doors in the side of the ship underneath the vines (closed for now) but if you walk around it or explore the cave, you might be able to find other ways into the ship, or elsewhere.
Up above you -- high up above you, a rough hole has been blasted in the ceiling, showing where the ship must have smashed through. You can see the sky though it, painted in the soft golds and purples of sunset. Some light sheets down into the cavern through the hole, but most of it seems to come from the water itself. The whole place is glittering from it, strange cool rainbows reflecting off the walls.
Eve is here, standing in front of the wreck. She’s dressed in a sharp suit with a Jasper-red waistcoat -- though she’s barefoot, and the cuffs of her pants are rolled up to her knees in acknowledgement that she’s, well, standing in water. She surveys your group, unsmiling, and claps her hands once; the sharp sound echoes.
“Well, I certainly can’t say I didn’t expect this to happen at some point. Welcome to this heart, everyone.”