by Miriam Bell » Wed Jan 03, 2024 3:35 am
Sam is at least somewhat familiar with Miriam's mind though it certainly has undergone some changes. Still, it probably shouldn't feel this... vast. And empty. Mindscapes can certainly be expansive but even a sleeping mind should be present in all of it. This feels like an empty airport, a mall stripped of all it's stores and people, echoing, deserted. Almost as if in response the mindscape seems to solidify around Sam into a train station. Behind her a modern train sits, completely bereft of passengers as if it had just delivered her here as the one and only occupant. Onto a terminal of old brickwork patched with crumbling concrete that feels wrong for it's lack of weeds pushing from the cracks and crevices. Beyond the station building itself Sam can see signs of a small English town and spreading landscape but it's interior is larger than it ought to be. Scuffed black and white tiles cover a huge waiting area with benches for hundreds of people and doors stand open into more rooms and corridors. Above the door leading into the vast space hangs a station sign hangs on an old wrought-iron arm reading Teorainn-upon-Lære. It squeals as it swings slightly in the non-existing breeze as if in response to Sam's attention.