Reaching the right back corner of this structure, he was quick to throw himself to the left. He did this because the closer he had gotten to the end of the path, the more was revealed behind Calarapan's stronghold.
The more his spirits had been lifted.
Having an unhindered view of Calarapan's backyard, once again he stopped to take in everything. Mounting details from his trip to this point now settled into place, and the first thing he rested his eyes upon was his own structure.
There is sat, cloudy and moving like it had been when he opened his eyes inside the spirit realm. Though, its colors were darker now. The clouds and ideas weren't moving as much. Where he could see moments of the outer walls, he thought he caught glimpses of other things. Darker things.
Perhaps Calarapan's stronghold was already effecting his structure. Turning to study the back of this oppressive building, all there was to see was a smoldering stone wall. Just like the front had been before Calarapan began building.
Joseph thought that, with how much space this stronghold took, and the position of his own structure, Calarapan might have succeeded in swallowing his up, or that the two buildings would be attached.
Sort of like corrupting the pure idea with the evil. Yet, there was about as much space between the two buildings as wide as the village path was. Still, Calarapan intended to take as much as he could, because the land extending from the rear of the stronghold was enough for his own building to stand on. Another abyss stretched away until meeting the border
of his land.
So now Joseph rested his eyes on the only other element that he was still trying to piece together. The slab roof extended out over the abyss and stopped at the border. Underneath it was an island. All the land had fallen away except for a small piece. A patch of lawn sat upon the top which reached up from the abyss. Like the carved ledge along the border of this land, every level of sediment and dirt was exposed.
Dark dirt, then tanned clay, followed by long stretches of different types of stone until fading into the abyss. Where the
sky kept its secrets, so too did the subterranean levels of the spirit world.
This lone formation jutting up from the unknowns below stood a distance away from the edge of the lawn supporting Joseph's structure. A bridge stretched across the chasm.
Joseph studied it. How familiar it looked despite it being new. It was familiar because it was how he imagined the bridge crossing the river would have eventually looked once it matured. There it was, having reached that stage already. The end of it connecting to this section of lawn was hidden behind his building. Did that mean the only way to cross it was some new access point built in the back wall?
He would have to find out for several reasons. The main one being he saw someone sitting in the middle of that island. Someone also familiar, but he wasn't sure yet.
First thing's first. He had to check on Chantale.