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🕑 Added 2017-05-08 03:58:12 +0000 UTC Juste is a pretty weird place. It's the kind of uncomfortable environment that people who have given up most of their appreciation for the natural world might design. There are no trees, no green, no pretty skies. The sun's perpetually on the horizon, casting hard right angles. Everything is light and dark; right or wrong; true or false. Man's hand is the only hand here. Every stone has been wrought by him with hard numbers and reassigned Aspects.I've always found orange a close and paranoid colour. I look at panels of Juste and I just don't want to be there.
I think it's even more dangerous than walking around the khert. You could easily slip and fall into some careless wright's experiment, and have your bones dissolved. Proceed with more caution, Lord Winalils.
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(That's sort of a sideways shuffle from, "What hath man wrought, and hath he the right to wrought such wrong?" to, "will what man hath wrought eat me at some point in the future ?" Actually, if you replace "Juste" with "D.T." in the equation, that's kind of the state of affairs outside of my imagination as well... Perhaps I'll Juste REMAIN under my bed.)
*emerges to nod vigorously in agreement. Retreats again, as the horror morphs from the existential into something more... immediate and toothy.*
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With just leeeeetle H.R. Geiger thrown in for good measure.
Upon returning, I have to admit that the book-staircase is actually wicked cool... I may want that bit for MY alternate world built by dark Magik. I'll just leave off the disconcerting angles, floating incarnations of death, and terrifying sentient devil snakes with undoubtedly hideous intentions.
Eep!!! It's a place born of the dark dreams of Escher and Dali's deranged love-child! (Hides under bed in fearful fit of existential angst.)
