Work in progress.

More Endings!

Rachel found more endings, thus causing me to play more. Nothing happened when I used the "kiss" command, but plenty happened when I asked about the artist's memories. Here's the ending I got:

ask about remembering
You can't form your question into words.

>ask about bridge
"What bridge was that?" you ask softly, not wanting to disturb the mood she's fallen into.

She shifts, so that she is now standing in profile to you, facing the blank wall. "I don't know," she says. "There was a huge round building, crenellated like a castle, at one end, and I-- he-- was walking away from it. What he mostly noticed were the birds, and this sense of something happening, beyond human comprehension."

She falls silent and thoughtful, and then after a moment she goes on to other anecdotes: plotless, rambling, visions rather than events. And you have a sense of overwhelming strangeness -- most of all when she speaks of places that are familiar to you, of Pygmalion's adventures in your own country. Everything was a portent or an omen to him.

The effect stays with you for days, for weeks. Things catch your eye. Windows watch you, doors fly open of their own accord, trash arranges itself into inscrutable sigils. Winds trouble you. Trees stretch and touch your shoulder as you pass, but when you turn your head, they have nothing to say. And night by night you wake, tangled, with the moon on your face.

*** The End ***