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(Private/Setting) Letter to Angus
| >She was about to put the envelope away, when a strong feeling of deja vu washed over her. She remembered a scene from the past, a scene she has never seen. Sense of dissonance, alienation struck her, as her consciousness leaped back into the scenery from so long ago.
| >She remembered, herself standing at the field of grass. In the skies above, many islands floated and water fell from the enormous blue eyes that stared at her from the orange skies. Black stars above whispered to her, and so she knew the name of that place. Carcosa.
| >There was no sound, no wind. None of the islands above casted shadows, none of the eyes in the skies blinked. Grass around Angus bended in waves.
"Welcome."
>She recalled a voice, young and calm, coming from behind. It was neither a male, nor a female voice. It spread around her, crawled up her legs, on her body, before reaching her ears. Voice tasted like a lukewarm cola. What did she do then? Strange feeling rose up inside her. What did she do..?
| >Angus did what she always did when she was dumbfounded; Smirked.
"Allo. Might you be the tentacle man who gave me the envelope?"
>She had said with a composed tone. Not much was able to shock her anymore, creep her out though... yeah.
>She turned to look at the presence she now remembers, but was so foreign to her before.
"Hello there."
| >Scenery behind her remained the same, as if the world itself turned around with Angus. There stood a humanoid figure... No, a tall man. Blinding yellow business suit and blond hair glowed bright, reflecting sunlight. Angus couldn't recall his face. It blurred out in her memory.
>She remembered the man chuckling as she spoke, the voice she heard before chuckling along. Man's voice was different, cold and desperate, speaking in unison with the voice she heard before.
| "Hello there."
>Two voices returned the greeting.
"I hope you enjoy the scenery, whatever it is for you. But, the show is about to start, is it not? I'll keep it short then."
>Man bowed dramatically.
"My most sincere congratulations on your recent engagement. We had our attention drawn to you for awhile, and, truth be told, feared you would cease — as an artist, an as a living being. It is a welcoming sight to have you here."
| >Two voices paused, then man picked up.
"If at all possible, I would like to arrange a meeting in a forseeable future."
>Both voices continued.
"Arranging it through more conventional means could have unpleasant consequences for all parties involved. Thus, we had to resolve to a more... creative approach."
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| >Angus opened the mysterious black envelope, and peeked inside. However, inside the envelope was not a letter. A single piece of white paper rested inside, cut out in a shape that didn't make sense. There was no way a piece of paper could have this form, yet it did. It was something utterly incomprehensible, and the more Angus would think about it, the less she would understand.