voice- un: brightness_kholin

[veristitalian]

People have been vanishing. Not many, not often, not at a volume where we've noticed quickly, but a small number of the ones who initially arrived here have simply disappeared. They've been vanishing since before the doors into space opened, and at enough of a rate that we'd notice the diminishing number of suits if they were all falling off the station into the black.

Initially I had assumed it must be because this place is dangerous. If that were the case we should be tripping over the corpses by now. We clearly aren't.

Comments

[oddbod]

Oh, that's fascinating.

[If she could see Clara, she'd be faced with two very large, very interested eyes.]

What do they look like?

[veristitalian]

Each spren has a different shape. Gloryspren are a glowing golden aura. Rotspren appear from a wound as red worms. Creationspren, summoned when someone creates something particularly beautiful, pop into the air in small copies mundane objects in the room where they manifest, like a pen, a chair, a glove.

[oddbod]

That all makes my world sound very dull. Where I'm from, we would call it magic and say it's not possible.

[veristitalian]

We wouldn't say Roshar has magic. Just spent, and stormlight.

Are you from Earth?

[oddbod]

[She has even more questions, but she saves them for the time being.]

Yeah. One of the versions of it, at least.

[veristitalian]

Then you don't have spren. You can't see any creatures appear when someone experiences a strong emotion? Awespren or gloryspren lingering around the triumphant, or fearsprean and angerspren crawling over the trapped and terrified?

[oddbod]

Some people claim to see auras, but nothing like you're describing.

[veristitalian]

Those are just feelings. There's windspren on a breezy day, rotspren crawling through an infected wound, creationspren popping into existence around artists and craftswomen.

This station is dead, to my eyes.