“Nothing erases the past. There is repentance, there is atonement, and there is forgiveness. That is all, but that is enough.”
-Ted Chiang
It is an odd feeling for a mind to wake, as if waking from sleep, to find that the body has been acting of its own volition. There is a surprise, a wonder when one knows they are alive and standing, and perhaps had just a moment ago had been doing many other things but there is no memory, not even a trace of one, as to how they got there.
The first thing Judoc remembers is the shape of his own face. It is looking at him first with an expression of vague attentiveness, of scholarly wonder. But slowly, that confidence fades into lines of confusion, the corners of his mouth turning down with disapproval.
It does not come to Judoc all at once that
he is making those expressions... that he is in fact looking at himself in a mirror. It comes to him just a moment later that he is holding a conversation, or at least he is listening to another man, one who is standing at his shoulder just behind him talking in a rhythm that suggests that while Judoc was just now starting to hear his words, the man had been talking for some time longer.
"... The sand for the glass must be purified, then melted down and purified again. The slightest impurity, such as a single grain of dust, can distort the image. The plate on the back is a sheet of mixed silver as fine as paper. My assistants are quite adept at their work, and they have learned that I will not accept even a single flaw."
Judoc takes the moment of silence to look back at his reflection. Indeed, the mirror's surface is more clear than any he had ever seen before. His reflection is a perfect likeness. The frame too is wrapped in a braided silver with just a trace of black tarnish on the deepest recesses of the texture. It is immaculate.
Judoc looks around him to the left and right, and he finds himself taking in many wonders. He appears to be in some sort of a shop, with items for sale that immediately pique Judoc's curiosity. To his right, is a small table with an inlaid astrolabe. At its center the sun is set in bronze with the orbits and planets delicately set in, Judoc even thinks from the distance he can see a small moon
moving, orbiting Yrth in the slowest of circles.
To the left, by the window, there is a brass bird, a nightingale, and now that he is looking there Judoc realizes that the decoration is open mouthed as if turned into metal in the very act of singing. Even as he is watching it, Judoc can hear a faint whistle of the wind vibrate through the brass, a whisper of a song and Judoc has the sudden impression that the metal craftwork desires nothing more than to turn into flesh and feather, to sing with lung and breath.
Just to the side, a foot high clock that seems to be running from the drips of water that pour over a wheel on its front.
At the back of the shop, two mechanical dolls bow to each other in turn, their gears in clear view, though no strings seem to hold them up in place. The dolls remind Judoc of something else, though it seems his memory is foggy and unfocused.
Judoc shakes his head, astounded. Unsure where he is, or why it is
here where his mind suddenly decided to return.
Perhaps taking Judoc's gesture for disbelief, the man behind him gazes across the room, the trace of a modest smile playing upon his lips.
"Yes, we are quite proud of our achievements. My wares are crafted with an eye towards the sciences... Astronomy, geomancy, mathematics, medicine, and alchemy, I am glad that you find them so pleasing to behold."
OOC: Welcome back to the game Judoc! You are not sure of the date. Your can remember everything up to your last post in the game, however you are strangely blank after that point. You cannot remember anything, and it feels as if you have suddenly popped into being in the middle of the shop. You do have all your adventuring gear with you, though you do not seem to have your horse (did you sell your horse?), nor is Aiah around. Feel free to ask administrative questions OOC and things pertinent to the thread IC.