Lotus

Prologue Two: Old Friends (Part 1/2)

The hazy, scorching, yet... cooling sun blazed over the grassy and nature-constructed wonderland, exotic creatures roamed around the forestry, dancing around in the environment that they grew up in to love with all of their soul. A blue-tinged light glimmered over the woodland, as all that stood around was nothing but plantation and prosperity of nature, filled to the brim with flourishing life aided by the tranquility it struck down to the bone. Serenity filled the place, nothing but the calm forest rustled underneath the soft zephyr, compelling anyone with the effects of putting their mind at ease with simple... rest. Driving their very being to simply relax, settle down all tension in one's body... and lay down. The heavy influence of life blooming through the vegetation, sprouting more and more life for the scenes to flourish further by the day.

Yet, within the middle of such wondrous plains, a simple Skeleton stood. Perfectly still and... eased. Seemingly still minded, and more or less wondering. "Well, someone clearly has been keeping check of their garden." He casually remarked. Albeit the looks of the matter, Sans had seemed relatively... appreciative. From the simple events of the past, it was unbelievably obvious that Sans was soaking up the environment, appreciating every small detail he could possibly notice whilst standing around in such a gorgeous yet ubiquitous area. His eyes trailed on forever in the amberation of the forest. Staring around at each square inch of nature's perfected art, Sans couldn't help but drown out any insidious or pernicious thought. How could someone do such a thing? The intrepid breeze– the intrinsic atmosphere seeping deep into the feel of the esoteric.

Sans rose his arms into the air, quickly shutting his eyes as he casually just let it all in. His head, almost as if an impetus of his own body, lifted to the sky. The Skeleton slowly inhaled, before letting out a swift and sharp exhale in his mouth. Even though... he didn't have any lungs. Huh.

"How could anyone let anything blemish the feeling of such a thing...?"

The Skeleton slowly opened his eyes, clearly being mesmerized by such a place. He stared off into the bright, bright sun... in return, it glared at him back. Sans couldn't help but draw a smile, before his appreciative gestures... suddenly dropped. He looked dead ahead of him, the forest cleared a path for him– almost as if personally carved for the Skeleton to take his walkthrough. The Skeleton began to walk forward.

"Well, mind as well let fate run its course," Sans spoke to himself.

...Then, he abruptly stopped.

"c'mon."

He turned, almost as if looking at the fourth wall of sorts.

"We both know that's a blatant lie." Sans retorted, before turning back to his original position and trudging down the forestry hall.

As Sans furthered his pathway across greeneries holt, it was clear he began to notice creature upon creature almost practically popping out of thin air, all shrouding the mysterious Skeleton as he minded his own business. Albeit not a menacing one, Sans did have a relatively neutral and straightforward face. Aside from a few glances, Sans didn't pay too much attention to the entities that resided. It was apparent that... he clearly didn't wanna disturb them. Let alone frighten them, that wasn't the ambition here. Nor... did Sans want it to be.

Footstep followed by another footstep; Sans kept his attention directed at his surroundings. Watching both himself and the jungle to present itself further as his restricted vision gained more leverage. Yet, as Sans continued, he had finally reached something. Of course, he didn't mind the raw nature-made construct of the forest, but... a small taste of something newer within the realms of what seemed to be an odd and eldritch realm wouldn't hurt anybody. Presented, right before Sans' eyes in all of its glory... was a large, large pyramid. Not only enormous in size– but it alone nearly decimated the entirety of the forest in its extreme height. Sans stood for a couple of seconds– simply staring in awe at what was presented right before him.