Nothing was coming to her, and it was frustrating. Talk about an art block!
Well -- if she was being honest, that wasn't entirely true. Thoughts and images were coming to her; they just weren't the ones she wanted to think about.
The strange trip into the rainy, queer Ashdown had been replaying itself in her head. The sudden change in weather, with the dense fog, in particular, should have been her first clue that something was off. While she was no meteorologist, she was familiar enough with weather patterns to know that fog like that didn't just show up out of nowhere. Certain conditions needed to be met, and as far as she knew, the weather had been good, prior to those days. She should have realized something was wrong.
Luckily, she was glad to find that she wasn't the only one in other Ashdown, either. Lots of other individuals found themselves there, and she was glad for that. Being alone in such a place...it would have been overwhelming. Asiya had been a stranger to all of those who had shown up in other Ashdown, but she had quickly made some friends in Kalisha, Autumn, and Erin. That had been a welcomed happenstance, too. It was always nice to make new friends.
With all of the people in other Ashdown, the majority of them traveled in groups. That was something that stuck with Asiya, too. From one point to another they moved, careful not to dawdle or linger off by themselves for too long. There was always safety in numbers. She did well to remember that while she was there.
The strange voice that beckoned them from place to place also replayed in her head. 'COME AND SEE.' How could anyone forget that? A shiver ran down Asiya's back as she thought of this, and the artist found herself sighing as she stood in front of the empty canvas. That voice would haunt her dreams and memories for a good long while. It had plagued her from time to time recently, and even now as she stood in the studio.
Asiya also forgot a crucial thing when she was in other Ashdown: don't just randomly pick up strange objects. Thinking back on it, she probably should have let someone else pick up the item in the mud, but her curiosity got the better of her. It was for that reason that she ended up with the severed foot of Heliodora Winters in her hand, and she had only herself to blame for that.
Uggh -- other Ashdown just made her think of creepy, dark things. It was messing with her head and screwing with her creative mojo.
Stupid other Ashdown. Stupid weirdness. Why couldn't it all just make sense?
In her frustration, Asiya had yet to notice that she had picked up a paintbrush and palette. While she was thinking of all of these things, she hadn't figured out that she had started to paint a picture. It was only after she noticed she had stuff in her hand, that she realized what she was doing. Taking a step back, Asiya sighed and gazed at the canvas she was starting to work on. It was unfinished, but in the middle of the canvas was the outline of a severed, bloody foot.
Dang it! This was getting out of hand. She needed to stop thinking about other Ashdown, and the sooner, the better.
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