The world of Axotyl
Darcie Anderson
There is no colour on the world of Axotyl, on silhouettes of sombre beings passing through the transparent shades of time and space. You float on and into forever, existing for no evident reason in a land of monochrome purgatory. The ground settles far away from where the sky begins, taking a lifetime of falling to reach it. Some rumoured that the closer you get to the ground, the more colour seeps into the melancholy existence. The ground has sweet pools of water and shaded forests, all symmetrical, all perfect in design. The short, shallow green grass never needs to be cut and the sun never needs to shine.
Only a select few ever reached The Groundlands, however, being dreadfully old, they all seem to wish to be falling once again through the two-dimensional space above the rich canopy. They wish to be away from the night-time terrors that surround camps in the evening. These monstrosities claim to be wandering humans, but they are of the imagination. They speak in whispering, diminished voices, calling out with stolen larynxes, trying to feed off the Axotyllians living daylights.
Since time has begun, people have been falling, but as each millennia passes, falling grows shorter, people reach the ground sooner and are younger. Semoule is the second youngest to have ever reached The Groundlands, he is but a wee young lad, only 22 years of age. He is the leader of the Swampclanns, mutated individuals who possess three webbed fingers and webbed toes. They swim the underground cavities through into the land’s core water-system, finding food in the serene underground wilderness, where no monsters dare go.
Semoule looks after the fallen people, resting their eyes after the colour-shock of their new world. Some are too weak and he feeds them before they pass on to another falling. Semoule’s young wife Widgette has no birth-age, she is a small character and the only one without webbed appendages. She and Semoule are due with a child, one of many to be introduced on The Groundlands during the newest millennia.
The old legends of the first fallen states that there will be a great purging once the sky falls into the groundland, taking all those whether falling or standing, with it into an eternal abyss. There are very few members of the first fallen in the Swampclann, as they are usually the easiest to succumb to the monster’s temptations. They teach the young to write in the words of the fallen, carrying on the faceless, eternal catacombs in the sky; where they will only dream of visiting.
There is no colour on the world of Axotyl, on silhouettes of sombre beings passing through the transparent shades of time and space. You float on and into forever, existing for no evident reason in a land of monochrome purgatory. The ground settles far away from where the sky begins, taking a lifetime of falling to reach it. Some rumoured that the closer you get to the ground, the more colour seeps into the melancholy existence. The ground has sweet pools of water and shaded forests, all symmetrical, all perfect in design. The short, shallow green grass never needs to be cut and the sun never needs to shine.
Only a select few ever reached The Groundlands, however, being dreadfully old, they all seem to wish to be falling once again through the two-dimensional space above the rich canopy. They wish to be away from the night-time terrors that surround camps in the evening. These monstrosities claim to be wandering humans, but they are of the imagination. They speak in whispering, diminished voices, calling out with stolen larynxes, trying to feed off the Axotyllians living daylights.
Since time has begun, people have been falling, but as each millennia passes, falling grows shorter, people reach the ground sooner and are younger. Semoule is the second youngest to have ever reached The Groundlands, he is but a wee young lad, only 22 years of age. He is the leader of the Swampclanns, mutated individuals who possess three webbed fingers and webbed toes. They swim the underground cavities through into the land’s core water-system, finding food in the serene underground wilderness, where no monsters dare go.
Semoule looks after the fallen people, resting their eyes after the colour-shock of their new world. Some are too weak and he feeds them before they pass on to another falling. Semoule’s young wife Widgette has no birth-age, she is a small character and the only one without webbed appendages. She and Semoule are due with a child, one of many to be introduced on The Groundlands during the newest millennia.
The old legends of the first fallen states that there will be a great purging once the sky falls into the groundland, taking all those whether falling or standing, with it into an eternal abyss. There are very few members of the first fallen in the Swampclann, as they are usually the easiest to succumb to the monster’s temptations. They teach the young to write in the words of the fallen, carrying on the faceless, eternal catacombs in the sky; where they will only dream of visiting.
