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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Girl_Noir" data-source="post: 2578995" data-attributes="member: 36593">Oh, and speaking of that quicksand patch, I've been meaning to tell you all a little about some of the places I've seen on my journeys, haven't I?  I guess since it was the first thing I mentioned, I'll start with the quicksand.  But there are quite a few other things that I'll get around to later.  For now, grab yourself a glass of your favorite color wine and take a seat on the porch.  I've got stories.Well, on this particular day I woke up, and first thing, had to dig myself out of a pile of leaves.  I had slept the night in a forest where perpetual autumn reigned.  Here, there was always a thick cover of brightly colored leaves on the ground.  They fell constantly, mimicking a snowfall with broad, vivid flakes.  I scraped together a soft pile and lay down to sleep, and during the night, I had been buried.After picking the last leaves out of my hair, I waded through the crunching masses to the edge of the forest.  As the trees parted before me, I was blinded by reflected light.  A huge sheet of what appeared to be ice stretched for miles in front of me, peppered with massive and moss-covered stone pillars.  They rose out of the frozen lake like strangers, gods almost, so old and huge as to be unknowable.  Some looked natural, like spires of living rock.  Some were cylindrical and carved intricately.  I ventured out onto the frozen plain to get a closer look at these (ever the archaeologist).  Though the surface was perfectly smooth, I didn't slip.  The ice was in fact not ice - well, I really can't make that assertion.  It behaved exactly like ice, but was not cold.  I chipped off a piece and warmed it between my hands.  When I parted my palms, a gust of wind blew away a fistful of pale blue sand.Finally, after about fifteen minutes of walking, I stood at the base of one of the carved pillars.  They were even larger than I had thought, standing on the shore.  The stone was a dull black, with veins of a deep and shining purple running through it.  The carvings, to my delight, seemed to be a mix of dozens of ancient cultures - I could see Maya and Egyptian hieroglyphs, Sumerian cuneiform, and a hundred other alphabets all blended together.  I couldn't make anything of it... it seemed to be just gibberish, but I stood there studying it for the next half-hour.  I would have stayed longer, except that at this point, the ground gave out beneath me and I collapsed into a pit of the same soft blue sand that I had been studying earlier.  I was suddenly submerged up to my neck.  Apart from the fact that I couldn't move much, it was surprisingly comfortable.  The sand wasn't wet, like ordinary quicksand, just very soft.  I surmised that it was either pressure, heat, or a combination thereof that caused this "ice" to break down into its sandy components.  I had stood in one place for too long.  In any event, I was rather panicked, and thrashed around for possibly a full twenty minutes before realizing that I could use the powers of the Journey to pluck myself out pretty easily.  After doing this I spent another twenty minutes brushing sand off of myself, and then, hearing a summons on my slightly sand-clogged communications device, I flew myself home.  And here I am.  Trust me, I have quite a few more amazing stories about the features of our Chancel, wait and see.</blockquote>

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