Re: Oak's Ovoid
Dreams of being chased by a mad librarian who demands a fifty thousand simoleons, and won't accept dollars or gold, for an overdue book from decades ago chase you awake.
The first thing you see is a glittering egg shape, like crystal, and about fifty stories tall. You're leaning against a smooth wall made of gold thrice man high.
A road of concrete passes to your right and left.
Across the road, you see an Airstream trailer, and in front of it, a young kid in leathers, who is making a flint arrowhead. To your right and left are more dwellings, some tents of modern make and others Arabic, some log cabins, and one tipi. Other folk are out.
Down the road to your right a bit, you see a dozen kids playing what looks like lacrosse. To your left a ways is an old man in rocking chair, a-whittling away.
A houng dog wanders up to you.
"Hey mister, spare some food?"
