I know Carson Ellis’s Transmundane Tuesdays is officially dead but I think it shouldn’t be forgotten so I did the lord’s work to go through all Carson’s prompt posts and write down the prompts haha. Later I’ll transcribe them on paper and make proper prompts out of them.
Whoever likes prompts but doesn’t feel like coming up with their own… Help yourself!
P.S. I know they are handwritten, sorry 
“There seems to be a strain which leads to inner suffering.”
“Shiver.”
“Let’s move on!”
“Yeah. Let’s move on!”
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@Michaelvaliant “Is it about the dimensions. They seem to have become out of proportion.”
“Today they make no sense.”
“Maybe they do, but we don’t see it.”
“Could also be a reason for the sadness.”
“Just 7 minutes into the talk and you all are distracted by your social media activities on your smartphones!”
“Ok, can I conclude, the talk is over now? Or is there something that still has to be said?”
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@Michaelvaliant “Ok, folks, now let’s talk 15 minutes about our yesterdays meditation on the old idea.
What came you up with?”
“What old idea?”
“I can’t emphasize with it.”
“It is big and sad. But the story seems to be over.”
“Like a memorial.”
“I’m not sure if I want to know the story that lead to materialzing into a memorial of these huge dimensions.”
“Could they be the reason for the sadness.”
“The dimensions?”
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@Michaelvaliant A Line of thoughts on a new track, passing a very old idea
“This is weird.”
“Do we really had to take this path?”
“No really, it’s an idea I don’t want to remember.”
“Who put it there?”
“Yes, why here were the cold conserves it forever?”
“We will see this thing for miles.”
“Maybe it wants to remind us of something important. It looks quite … experienced.”
“It will haunt us if we don’t recognize it.”
“Na, it is too old and far off.”
He sat down on a fallen down pillar, letting his eyes wander around the majestic cave. Where once a million candles illuminated thousands of faces beaming with enchanted believe grey cold light and relentless decay ruled in indifference.
“Do you even care?” he murmured
“DO YOU EVEN CARE?”
His enraged frustration was immediately swallowed by the Temple of Mercy's thousand folds of annoyed silence.
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@Michaelvaliant “You are grace in stone. Even now.”
Ric stood in front of the giant sculpture looking benevolent yet distanced.
“Still young, still unblemished, still beautiful.”
He looked around.
“Did you even notice what happend here, what happened to us?”
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@Michaelvaliant When Eri was summoned into The Cave he had premonitions that made his knees tremble. He entered the space only a few knew. As soon he reached the communication room the Sphere started hissing.
"You were responsible! And you failed. It should never had happened! What went wrong?"
"..."
"Worst case happened: Ryan and the White Light made contact. You were supposed to prevent this. Why have you failed?"
Eri gulped with horror gripping his bowels.
"Do something!" #promtodon
planina
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