07-05-2018, 06:25 PM
When everyone was asleep, Forge took a moment form his work to introduce himself to the garbage can, whose duty it seemed was to sweep the floors. "I am Forge, what is your name?" He asked it. He felt comforted that there were other beings like him in this world, that the creators felt safe with them in their homes...
Out of respect for the sleeping, Forge kept his conversations quiet. He never raised his deep voice. Just talked cooly with the phantoms of his mind as he worked. Then the strange feeling came upon him, as if something was looking at him, but it was hard to separate his psychosis from the real sometimes. Forge had doubts about what was real, or believed too much what was unreal.
"Good morning Master Betimi."
When Nacesh awakes he will find his spear beside him, well taken care of.
Out of respect for the sleeping, Forge kept his conversations quiet. He never raised his deep voice. Just talked cooly with the phantoms of his mind as he worked. Then the strange feeling came upon him, as if something was looking at him, but it was hard to separate his psychosis from the real sometimes. Forge had doubts about what was real, or believed too much what was unreal.
"Good morning Master Betimi."
When Nacesh awakes he will find his spear beside him, well taken care of.
