(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

At the corner of my vision the walls seemed to bend and warp ever so
slightly, just past my gaze. When I turned my head to catch a glimpse I saw
nothing, but looking at my companions they seemed to feel the same.
When the wind died down a section of the wall shuddered, warping and
extending as brick became smooth and stone softened. Fixed to the spot I
watched as the stone shaped itself as if out of clay and smoothed into a dull
bronze glow in the dim, starless night.
I stared, awed by the bizarre spectacle. What had appeared to be an
ordinary, unremarkable bricked wall throbbed, pulsating with movement.
The wall expanded with curious elasticity, heaving outward as if some
unseen force were trying to push its way through the barrier from the other
side. Slowly, the undulating mass began to settle, its curves becoming more
and more pronounced, and we found ourselves at eye-level with the stony
caricature of a human face.
"What is that...?" I muttered. Dak'kon stood in awe... perhaps this city does
know itself after all...
"I donnae know," Annah stared at the face in disbelief, her hands nervously
fingering her daggers, "But I'm fer leavin' 'fore we find out, aye?"
Something nagged at the back of my mind, "Not just yet. There is
something..."
Suddenly, a strong breeze began to blow around us and the air was filled
with an eerie sighing. More mournful than the wind and louder than
despair, the rushing wind grew stronger, carrying other sounds as well: the
creaking of boards, the rustling of leaves, and the grinding of stone upon
stone. After a few moments, the clamor ceased to be a cacaphony of
individual noises and began to blend into one articulate sound. I could make
out a voice, a voice that spoke softly, yet seemed to come from all around
me at once.
Hesitant but eager for answers, I approached the entity and spoke, "Do you
know me?"
The wind around us had stopped, but the voice was still somehow present,
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