UCSD Gothic: Go Right. You Feel A Breeze.
The tunnels wind with a serpent-like suggestion. You can barely see ahead of you, yet the wind acts as your guide. The cold, crisp air becomes stronger as you reach an exit.
Other than the dull glow of the orange lamps, the only things lighting the dark sky above Warren College are the two moons, shining brightly in their own garish way.
Wait.
Your eyes adjust to properly scan the heavens. Indeed, there is only one moon. Your gaze shifts to the left to the other glowing object in the sky: The Fallen Star. A beacon of artistic and engineering prowess. A monument to your ambitions and the ambitions of your peers. A house perched at the precipice of oblivion. At night, its windows are softly lit, a homely sight.
Except there’s nothing soft about this light tonight.
Mysterious colors unlike anything you’ve ever seen flash from the openings of the Star. They are prismatic, hypnotizing. Your legs move independent of your mind, approaching the Jacobs Engineering building. The bounds of human curiosity demand your approach as you grab a nearby stone.
SMASH.
Alarms blare, piercing the stillness of the night. They are silent to you; only the whispers make noises now. You climb the stairs in darkness, craving the cosmic glow of the Star. Scrambling up the stone steps, you finally reach the roof. The wind whips at this height; were you not steadfast in your mission, they may as well have blown you off your feet.
The colors from above are more visible now, and the very shape of the Star shifts before your eyes. It is both formless and structured, phasing between the sane world and the unplumbed recesses of your mind. Your eyes strain from the Star’s radiance, a welcome suffering for the pursuit of knowledge.
The door stands before you.
Grasping the handle, the inhibitory voice in your head pleads with you, praying that you flee this place by any means necessary. Thankfully, you seldom listen to that tittering voice. You turn the handle.
