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[barry-j-blupjeans]

The screen is filled with static. The noise of it is harsh, grating, until it cuts out completely and the screen flickers to black. Then, after a moment, the screen buzzes back to life. It's nearly indistinguishable from the previous black screen, but light gives way as someone flicks a flashlight on behind the camera. We see a forest at night. The camera work is shoddy and the screen shifts as the person recording walks. There's the sound of a second pair of footsteps followed by someone speaking.

"So, uh," the voice says. "There's been lotsa weird stuff in Faerûn history. Not too weird, but weird enough to give us the creeps sometimes. But, uh, the last few years have been real weird 'cus folks keep stumbling onto these, uh, these places. I think by now we've all heard about the glassings-"

"Is that what they're called?" says a second voice, sounding closer. Presumably, the person holding the camera had spoken.

"If it's not, it should be," the first voice says. "Glassings. It's cool, right?"

"It's not a cool situation, but it's a cool word for it, I guess-"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant," the first voice says. "Anyway, we all know about the glassings. If you don't somehow, it's the- the big circles of black glass that seem to be literally everywhere now. Well, not everywhere, but y'know what I mean. And then all the other shit- that city that was found completely underwater, the one that was completely destroyed by a giant fight or whatever, we don't really know. Fact is, we don't really know anything about these incidents 'cus no one even remembers that there was any town or city there at all."

"Like the one near Westwood," the second voice says.

"Like the one near Westwood yeah," the first voice says. "The town sign's still up- The Barrow, or something. But there's no mention of The Barrow in history, it's just- it's gone. It's like it never even existed. Like I said, weird."

"Super weird," the second voice agrees.

"We're going to- well, I guess you could call this one a glassing too, if you want-"

"Bad joke."

"Yeah, bad joke," the first voice says grimly. "It's just through here."

The camera shifts around as the two go through a patch of bramble and bushes. The second voice curses as a branch catches on their shirt and the first voice laughs. After a second, they free themselves and continue out of the forest. They come into a meadow and, in the middle of the meadow, lies a city. Or at least, what used to be a city In the moonlight, every possible surface shimmers and reflects. The city has become reflective and as the camera moves forward, we see that the entire city has formed into pieces of mirror.

"This is what used to be the city of Galanodel," the first voice says. "At least, that's what we're calling it. It's on some maps, but it's just- it's hard to make sense of it. Galanodel elfish for, uhm-"

"Moon whisperer," the second voice said.

"Yes, that," the first voice said. The camera approaches the city proper now and the lens fades in and out of focus. The second voice sighs and the camera tilts a little, adjusting back in on the city. There's the sound of shoes against glass as they enter into the city.

We go by shorter buildings, though they gradually increased in size. As said before, the entire city seemed to be made of glass. It's silent except for the footsteps. There is no more talking between the voices. The camera shifts again and we see the shoulder of one of the people. Their head is ducked down. When the camera adjusts back up to the heart of the city again, we see figures in the distance. Only, there is no movement coming from them. As the camera passes them by, we see that it is people- every age, every race, some fleeing towards the outskirts of the city and some barreling further in- all made up of the same reflective glass.

The camera zooms in on different faces. An elvish man, with his wand pointed at a dwarven woman. An orc running away with their children. A drow in full sprint toward the heart of the city. A child with glass tears on their face.

We continue on in silence, block after block. Finally, we reach a fountain. There is a dragonborn in the center of it all, surrounded by a throng of people reaching for them. Or rather, what might have been in their hand. The figures here have been shattered and torn apart. There's a glass arm on the floor and shattered shards everywhere. The dragonborn's right hand, which had been raised when they froze like this, was completely gone, shattered into millions of pieces. Whatever they had had in their hand was gone, leaving no clue as to what might have happened to cause this mass destruction and death.

"It'd be beautiful if it wasn't so… terrible," the second voice whispers.

"The working theory is transmutation," the first voice says, much quieter than before. "Someone, or something transmuted this whole city into mirrors. No one knows who or what could have been powerful enough to do it, though. Maybe a buncha different people in small parts, but that doesn't really make sense. Like, why would they do this if they're just gonna die here, too."

"I kinda hope we never know what did it," the second voice says. "I don't want it to happen again."

The camera pans around the area, taking in the scene. It seemed to be some kind of main street. There was a large fountain nearby and a sign above one of the buildings read "City Hall", even though it was hard to see with just the moonlight. The camera pans past a hotel next and the reflection perfectly shows the two moons overhead. The closest one was shadowing the further one. They looked down on the scene from overhead.

"Yeah," the first voice sighs. "Me too."