Wedding of the Woven

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style><div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039334394244104252/approach_altar.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> The figures are cloaked in dark robes with peculiar masks obscuring much of their faces. Each mask was unique in that it only allowed one feature to be exposed. One had only his right green eye, another had only his left blue eye, while the last had only his crooked nose on display. [[Begin walking down the aisle]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039334394244104252/approach_altar.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> Your steps down the aisle are hesitant, you feel the guests all watching, even the one without any eyes. Your father, holding your arm gently as you walked, slowed his pace to whisper to his precious daughter. “Why do you cling to me and take such small steps?” He inquired, to which you looked up at him with a reasssuring smile. [[“My gut is full of butterflies, I must simply be nervous having so many eyes on me.”]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039334395535958116/the_protective_pin.jpg?width=1620&height=784'> </div> “I am here always, my daughter.” As he said it he clipped a pin to your dress that carried a precious stone. With your nerves at ease, you let go of your father and join your lover at the altar. Gazing up at his handsome smile, it felt as though the eyes of the room fell away. [[“I do.”]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039335405671153664/texture7.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> Reaching up you intended to pry your eyes open, your fingers finding a thick and sticky film had sealed them shut. You tried to scream but your mouth would not open, the thick film having sealed all of your senses. [[You've only a single ear left exposed.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039335407562797077/texture2.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> You can hear footsteps approaching. You then feel your husband’s hands lift you, propping you back up on your feet. “Oh dear you must be more careful. Come, let us go home and rejoice! For now we are wed.” You feel as though you can hear him smiling as he speaks. With that he guided you somewhere, the location unknoawn as your eyes, lips, and nose are completely sealed over by the film. [[You are unable to protest, unsure how you were able to breath still.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039334395535958116/the_protective_pin.jpg?width=1620&height=784'> </div> You find yourself seated on a cushioned sofa, and soon the footsteps of your husband faded away until there was nothing. You tap your foot on the floor, reassuring yourself that you still had one thing, you could hear. [[Reaching up you felt the pin from your father clasped to your wedding gown.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039335406384197672/splatter2.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> All at once it gave, plunging through the film and further still, puncturing your cheek. In shock you withdraw it, causing blood to drip from the wound. [[The blood mixed with the film, causing it to harden, gradually solidifying the sticky web into a shell, a mask.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[= <style> #pic { position: relative; width: 400px; } #pic img { width: 100%; left: 50% } </style> <div id="pic"> <img src='https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1039333941309607998/1039335408749785178/texture4.jpg?width=1196&height=897'> </div> As your identity fades away, you learn to use your senses. To see with your bright green and blue eye, to smell with your crooked nose, to listen with your ear, and to smile with your charming grin. [[Finally you felt at ease, a sense of euphoria in your current state, inseparable from the collective body.]]

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