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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 12:07 am
Honkzilla tab Room 2: The Archives - Towering tapestries stretched from floor to ceiling, their threads impossibly vibrant despite their apparent age. Each depicted civilizations unlike any found on Earth. Some showed familiar constellations above unfamiliar landscapes; others portrayed cities suspended beneath oceans of stars, or kingdoms ruled beneath enormous crystal moons. No two scenes appeared to belong to the same world, yet together they felt like fragments of an impossibly vast shared history. Toward the back of the gallery, the mood shifted. The woven scenes became darker. Figures that appeared wholly ordinary slowly transformed from panel to panel into twisted, monstrous shapes beneath the shadow of an immense crowned being whose face had long since faded from the fabric. Nearby rested ceremonial masks, broken staffs, and a blackened crown from unknown worlds. None were labeled, and they seemed a little out of place despite being paired with the tapestry. Whether they commemorated myth, history, or something in between was left entirely unanswered. One thing was certain: the universe has always had monsters. And someone had made them.
She was admiring not only the stories that the tapestries held but the craftsmanship of each one, working with a fabric store and working on making her own clothing she was interested in every stitch that made up the pictures and was curious to see if she could perhaps take what she observed and use it to maybe repair some stuff on her home world as she knew there were fabrics in storage she'd found that she didn't want to touch yet without perhaps proper guidance.
Which lead to the thought that maybe she should ask Almadel about such things. And because she was so lost in thought - she didn't realize there was someone near her and she bumped right into Somniorum "Ohmygosh!" She said quickly, "I'm so sorry!! Are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2026 6:10 pm
While Somniorum had been curious about the museum’s other exhibit halls, the stories woven into the tapestries proved irresistible to the page. They might not be the paper records that occupied so much of his heart, but their allure was undeniable. Eyes squinted as he leaned forward to examine an image of some ancient city, he was only dimly aware of the presence of another in the room until they collided with him. A graceless startled squawk escaped his throat as the familiar senshi made contact with his body. The page managed to regain his composure relatively quickly, embarrassed by the “Oh, don’t worry about it. No harm done.”He made eye contact with the senshi’s forehead as he spoke. “This place is fascinating, huh? Almost reminds me of your museum, but bigger.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2026 10:05 pm
Tea rubbed the back of her head as she grinned sheepishly, "Oh I'm glad I didn't hurt you!"
Tea nodded as she looked back towards the tapestries, "It really is, I need to see what else I can find with my museum, it makes me wonder if I can add new exhibits or if there's stuff not displayed."
She paused, "Though I really like how these tell a story the ending might be a bit dark, but the method to tell it is really interesting."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2026 10:36 pm
“I don’t see why you couldn’t, you’re its curator after all.” Somniorum looked up, humming thoughtfully between returning his gaze to the ground. “I can…I have an ability where I can touch something and see what it looked like when it was new, then draw it up if you want. Help you figure out what you want to work with.”He’d done it before, on Tempesti and at his own wonder, but he was still in the process of figuring out how to capture all of the nuance with his decidedly earthbound hands. That was a conversation for another day, the room’s tapestries were far more demanding of his attention as he wandered closer to the back, watching as the alien worlds shifted into a twisting darkness that left a cold pit in his chest. As though summoned by the murk of his thoughts, the little wisp materialized in front of him, its light illuminating the threads’ intricate weave. Despite its presence, Somniorum felt a shudder roll through his blood like a sudden plume of fog. The page couldn’t be certain that the creep of dread was anything but the product of his own fear-chilled imagination, but he found that to be of little comfort. “Myths are always there to explain…something. No idea what these would be, but…I don’t know.” His brow furrowed as he spoke, throat tight with an inexplicable certainty that whatever stood immortalized in these tapestries were unlike anything he’d encountered.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2026 8:20 pm
Tea nodded, "True, true." She said when Somniorum pointed out she was the curator after all and she looked excited when he mentioned that he could help figure out how to fix things since he had an ability to see what things looked like.
"Oh that's such a cool ability!" Tea remarked excitedly. Giving a nod, "I do think that would help a good deal. I'd have to figure out a way to repay you for your help too."
Tea seemed thoughtful on how to repay Somniorum because she did want to do this sooner rather than later.
She followed him along to the darkerness of the woven tales and looked at it curiously thinking about what they might be about before she paused. ".... They are."
Her eyes were scanning the scene depicted as she was thinking back to the battle with Harold. "I've.... well I mean I think I've seen something comparable -- sort of."
Tea frowned, "Perhaps it's a calamity from Chaos? Not like negaverse chaos but like the Harold type of Chaos. Where it's lightning and trying to devour the world sort of." She frowned as she continued to inspect the tapestry. "It wasn't a pleasant experience but the fact we all worked together helped a lot.
She watched the wisp inquisitively as it floated around the tapestry illuminating the threads. "Oh that's cute." She commented, having been pulled from the dark thoughts for a moment, "Did you find it or did it just start following you?" She asked curiously.
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