Rosie's Foundry
The air hangs heavy around you. Grated steel beneath your feet echoes your footfalls harshly through the building, but is quickly drowned out by the clangs and hisses of machinery. You step forward, towards the central chamber. As you duck through the mess of cables and wiring obscuring the portal, you see rivulets of molten copper coalesce beneath the catwalk into veritable rivers. Bursts of steam exhale from the walls surrounding you, threatening you with their scalding heat. The air is hard to breathe, now, too hot.
Your face feels as dry as cured leather, and even keeping your eyes open is a challenge. The din grows ever louder here, a veritable cacophony of industrial noise. Nevertheless, you push forward through the hallway, emerging into a small, quiet workshop.
A figure turns to greet you. Her voice is indistinct, but you feel as if you know her from a long time ago. She beckons you further in, pointing out various projects scattered amongst her shelves. She pours a cup of tea for you. It tastes of quicksilver.
The chair is cozy, and the fire in the corner is warm, so you decide to stay awhile.
| Atlas' Burden | Description |
|---|---|
| Past and Future | Atlas begins his journey |
| Cold Mornings | A journey to Raven |
| Soot, Steel, and Stories | Cold wind and molten iron |
| A Letter | Valentina's regret |
| Encounters in the Deep Wood | Spiders… |
| The Man in the Cot | Sickness consumes all |
| A Stain Upon the Earth | Blood shed upon the ground |
| Why We Wander | An Interlude |
| Poem found by the river | Forgotten remnants. |
| Mirages in the Snow | Ghosts in the rearview. |
| Assorted Stories | Description |
|---|---|
| Poem found on a crumpled notecard | A long lost love poem |
| On Homer | Quote and response, of Homer |
| Forever Mankind | Alternate history Apollo 11 |
| Clear Blue Skies | Are our war machines as vicious as we are? |
| Her, Moonlit | Pain and love and chilling fear |
| A Note to my Muse | I still do remember you, you know. |
| Reflections of an Arsonist | To sit, and watch it all burn. |
| Community Gardens | The unraveling of my vines. |
| An Oyster's Observation of the Ending of Things | Why did you do it? |
| Rust | A legacy of rust and silent screams. |
| Her, Sunlit | The moon shines on, but you remain. |
| Tribue to a Salmon | It's what you would have wanted. |
| Interloper: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Silence | Breathe. |
| Cold Metal and Sacrifice | For the Emperor. |
| Streetlights | A sodium vapor heart. |
| A Pale Petal, Adrift at Sea | With your bones and your words and your love. |
| Things Left Unsaid | This one's collaborative! |
| Promises | A promise I made to myself. |
| Fireworks in Rome | Didn't she die? |
| In Memoriam of the Crow Killed on US 60 West | What's one more? |
| The Hermit | Focus on the breathing. |
| Aurelia, Angélique | Perfection, as any virtue, comes with a price. |
| Sympathique | Together, we take our drinks. |
| Magnifique | She hasn't changed much. I'm unrecognizable. |
| Corps Divine | A perfect marionette, strung up on golden wires. |
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