Brightly hued wrappers and balloons dance in the wind, tumbling and rolling along the street. Pale and dark dolls march in time to music unheard as they enter their many windowed homes. Vibrant metal bugs maneuver through elaborate rituals their breath puffing merrily. An old satyr peers around a corner, laughing at the twinkling snowflakes that fall softly around him. Dreams take shape, born of hopes and fears. Greedy eyed dragons soar a loft on the brisky winter breeze, alert for shiny coins dropped in the darkness below. An artist inspirited by the freshly fallen snow, beigins to paint a scene of ancient snow capped towards set amid a land of fantastic beauty. Pushed to the wall by terror a child creates an imaginary fanged horror that stalks and frightens always on the verge of pouncing. Children dance merrily in the snow, sharing rides on sleds as they whisk down steeps hills, their screams of joy echoing throughout the park. Changeling city scape in winter. Like, yet unlike the World of Darkness, it is a little brighter, a little more colourful, but sometimes no less frightening.
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The World of Darkness
Fast food debris and crumpled newspapers skitter along the street, pushed along by the gray day's chill wind. Sales clerks and secretries released by the late hour from their cubicules, scurry out into the streets, navy and slate coats pulled tightly around them as they make their way to their high rise boxes. Traffic stalls at each light, fuming clouds of exhaust half hiding the plodding pedestrians. A vagrant skulks near a dumpster his thinning hair plastered to his scalp by dirty snow. Meanwhile, high above the city, secure in glass and metal fortresses, captains of industryt count their coins greedy eyes shining in their sterile boardrooms. Arms dealers chuckle, waving fistfulls of money, little caring for the slaughter brought about by their sales. Gotch children, swathed in black, pale faces searching for something to believe in, gyrate desperately to the music pounding away the emptiness. Gliding through concealing shadows, vampires smile sardonically at these wannabe dark souls awaiying the feast that is to come. A beaten and abandoned child moans in her night mares, pulling her cardboard box closer around as she cries. Cityscape in the World of Darkness. Like our mundane world, but a little darker, a little more frightening.
The Enchanted World
