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Fallen London Fanart.

Water has always flowed out from beneath the giant gates.

Slowly it spread its fluid veins into the Neath.

Softly, touching everything.

The source of this water is debated. After all, no one has ever managed to get past the stark amalgam of rock and unknown metals.

The terrain offer its own obstacles, and while not quite as solid as the gate itself, they offer challenges equal in hardship, or terror.

It was almost a decade ago, when the caverns of the neath suddenly rumbled with loud cries.

Cries of old gears and machinations suddenly starting up, having slept for aeons.

The few people who happened to be near the gate were rendered deaf, and although their eyes supposedly remained unaffected from the event, their minds did not.

No one know what had triggered the gates to suddenly come to life. But just as sudden the loud cries had died down, and its movement had come to a dead halt.

The Doors stood barely open, a mere slit open into the world beyond.

Big enough for perhaps a man to venture through, hopefully nothing bigger.

Water has always flowed out from beneath the giant gates.

Now something else has joined it.

Something menacing, something ancient, something dark.

Slowly it spread its fluid veins into the Neath.

Softly, touching everything.

The Gate is Open.

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Created using GIMP 2.10.18

Description

Fallen London Fanart.

Water has always flowed out from beneath the giant gates.

Slowly it spread its fluid veins into the Neath.

Softly, touching everything.

The source of this water is debated. After all, no one has ever managed to get past the stark amalgam of rock and unknown metals.

The terrain offer its own obstacles, and while not quite as solid as the gate itself, they offer challenges equal in hardship, or terror.

It was almost a decade ago, when the caverns of the neath suddenly rumbled with loud cries.

Cries of old gears and machinations suddenly starting up, having slept for aeons.

The few people who happened to be near the gate were rendered deaf, and although their eyes supposedly remained unaffected from the event, their minds did not.

No one know what had triggered the gates to suddenly come to life. But just as sudden the loud cries had died down, and its movement had come to a dead halt.

The Doors stood barely open, a mere slit open into the world beyond.

Big enough for perhaps a man to venture through, hopefully nothing bigger.

Water has always flowed out from beneath the giant gates.

Now something else has joined it.

Something menacing, something ancient, something dark.

Slowly it spread its fluid veins into the Neath.

Softly, touching everything.

The Gate is Open.

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Created using GIMP 2.10.18