soulping | opal

[There's no reply, so the second option seems more likely.]

[....Is there any other records nearby.]

[Nope.]

[..Can he touch the record to make the pleading stop, jesus.]

[Touching the record fills you with desperation and fear, but the voice doesn't stop.]

[He.. backs away from it.]

[The message continues on, but the desperation and fear fade away as he moves back.]

[He takes a deep breath because good lord.]

Everything looks fine from a distance but look close enough and it all falls apart?

Makes sense, I guess.

[He goes over to the window.]

[Touching the window gives you an immediate sense of hope rising in your chest. Out there is an entire world that you have yet to see - you’re going to get there someday. You won’t be stuck here forever.]

[..He tries to open it.]

[You can't open it normally, but it seems thin enough that you may be able to break it open.]

[.....He doesn't wanna do that.

Yet.

He checks the bookshelf next.]

[Touching the bookshelf gives you a specific feeling: you have to always be working hard. You can’t let yourself relax for a moment, because you’ll become complacent, and if you’re complacent, you’ll never escape. All you want is to get out of this place and go where people will understand and value you.]

[....Opal.

...Well.

He can't seem to do anything else, and he doesn't want to break that window if he can avoid it, so all he can do is try and leave the room.]

[As you walk out the door to the rest of the house, everything is dreary and cold. It’s dark, windowless, without any lights to be found. The place you enter into looks to be a hallway in the dim light, but the more you walk, you realize the hallway is endless. There’s no decoration here, only dust laying over every surface and a feeling of hopelessness and monotony. There’s a door on the opposite end of the corridor, but you know it’s never going to grow closer. It never changes. It’s always the same. You will never be able to leave this place.

The more you walk, the more weary you become.]

[Gh.

He has to just.. go forward, right?]

[You keep moving forward. Nothing changes.]

[KEEPS GOING.]

[You keep moving forward. Nothing changes.]

[...Third time is the charm?]

[You keep moving forward. Nothing changes.]

[OKAY I GUESS I HAVE TO GO BACK...]

[You're back in the bedroom.]

[Okay how about the lamp next to the screaming record player, does it make me feel things.]

[Touching the lamp gives you a sense of solace. You’re strong enough to last through your circumstances, even if you doubt it sometimes. If you take it day by day, someday you’ll be somewhere better.]

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