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If you left both tokens untouched, or fixed one and destroyed the other:
The miniature sandstorm that has engulfed you widens and thins into nothingness. You are standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a sheer drop into a canyon below. Around you, the land determinedly climbs on itself, twisting and grasping into the sky--tower-like stone sentinels that seem to absorb the dying light, or rock that seemed to have been sculpted by a toddler-like earth: strange shapes or multicolored strata.
That tug, however, pulls you into the canyon's mouth below. There is no clear way to get down: you could jump, or, if memories of a fragile mortal body are still too fresh, carefully pick your way down with the aid of shallow footholds, and then walk alongside the silent river at the canyon's floor. You might also try to delay the inevitable, and walk along the rim for a time before the invisible thread that is your guide goes taut, and points you directly downwards. The journey is eerily quiet: the stone and water seem to watch you with invisible eyes, and the wind holds its breath.
You eventually arrive at yet another broken shrine. The world grows more still, stiller than you thought possible, and the token that lies amidst the rubble is silent.

Option One: You decide to fix the shrine token. You concentrate on the ethereal tattered threads that radiate from the token and weave them back together. As you do, the token weaves in return: it strengthens your travel-weary spirit and leaves an echo of its presence, just as you leave a part of yourself in the shrine. The few plants that rim the water's edge perk up and bloom, and the river bubbles joyfully. The air itself seems crisper, cleaner, the stones brighter--they seem to glimmer in the last of the light that dips below the horizon.

Miimilly decided to fix this shrine; having found herself along the canyons and the long walk to the shrine.

Artwork by Remaryn

Description
If you left both tokens untouched, or fixed one and destroyed the other:
The miniature sandstorm that has engulfed you widens and thins into nothingness. You are standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a sheer drop into a canyon below. Around you, the land determinedly climbs on itself, twisting and grasping into the sky--tower-like stone sentinels that seem to absorb the dying light, or rock that seemed to have been sculpted by a toddler-like earth: strange shapes or multicolored strata.
That tug, however, pulls you into the canyon's mouth below. There is no clear way to get down: you could jump, or, if memories of a fragile mortal body are still too fresh, carefully pick your way down with the aid of shallow footholds, and then walk alongside the silent river at the canyon's floor. You might also try to delay the inevitable, and walk along the rim for a time before the invisible thread that is your guide goes taut, and points you directly downwards. The journey is eerily quiet: the stone and water seem to watch you with invisible eyes, and the wind holds its breath.
You eventually arrive at yet another broken shrine. The world grows more still, stiller than you thought possible, and the token that lies amidst the rubble is silent.

Option One: You decide to fix the shrine token. You concentrate on the ethereal tattered threads that radiate from the token and weave them back together. As you do, the token weaves in return: it strengthens your travel-weary spirit and leaves an echo of its presence, just as you leave a part of yourself in the shrine. The few plants that rim the water's edge perk up and bloom, and the river bubbles joyfully. The air itself seems crisper, cleaner, the stones brighter--they seem to glimmer in the last of the light that dips below the horizon.

Miimilly decided to fix this shrine; having found herself along the canyons and the long walk to the shrine.

Artwork by Remaryn