Sanctuary of the Damned
The final outcome is avisual narrative journey imagined in the metaverse. The narrative clusters are mindfully stitched together to form a strong narrative that would tell the world of the tribal community.The design of spaces and the narrative have been derived from instances that happen around the user’s life.
The spaces are imagined to exist completely in the metaverse. The narrative is an interactive and immersive expereince. The following graphic storyboards are a representation of the user’s
The Rudimentary conclave
On getting closer, the 12 headed golden snake made itself evident under the shrine. The glinting idol tempted me into reaching out for it. Almost out of habit, as if to receive blessings. Instantly, there appeared a figure before me
As I stepped into the wide welcoming platform, the water tank ahead of me rallied me into reminiscing about the ablution tanks at the Hindu temple complexes where one cleanses oneself before entering the sacred space. A slight shimmer caught my eye..surrounded by incomplete and unstable pillars in the middle of the tank, stood a strange shrine guarded by its peculiar crystal organisms
“For centuries, we have been forbidden from the ablution tanks of temples.”, he said. “The uppers believe that honey gatherers like us contaminate their holy water. So,we built our own temple. Fascinatingly enough, 15% of honey is actually water. Anyway, let’s move along, shall we?”. Speechless by his nonchalant stating of blatant bias, I simply followed him ahead
A Miserian, he called himself. A single representation of his collective. My guide, narrator and companion through the journey ahead
The initial wide platform transported us into a flooded verandah of someone’s house. The uneven distorted lattice on the Ceiling pulled my attention upwards.
The flooding water rose higher as murky sewage water overflowed and mixed. The brief moment of pure beauty had ended as soon as it began.
I saw two figures, embracing each other tenderly under the moonlight like illuminance. A beautiful, pure moment, frozen and kept behind a rigid lattice.As if to keep it safe from being stolen away, again. A persistently increasing sound of dripping water eerily filled up my ear. I couldn’t find the source but quickly this sound took over my senses and disoriented me
Soon I realised the figures hang under an almost dilapidated roof. Clattering and leaking in the rainstorm. The sound grew larger
