I've wondered for a while how someone would describe an item/event/property/idea or what not, but comes from a society which has never been confronted with anything like it, so that their language's vocabulary has no words to describe it directly.
So hereby I challenge you describe something as indirectly as possible, be it cars, computers or large bodies of liquid water.
I'll kick off
So hereby I challenge you describe something as indirectly as possible, be it cars, computers or large bodies of liquid water.
I'll kick off
I've explored many caverns, seen many a great hall amids the immortal stone, but I've never seen anything like this.
As I climbed out of a narrow crack in the rock, I found myself in a large hall, greater than any I had ever seen.
The floor wasn't hard, but soft and moist; the air wasn't dank, but clear and stirred into a soft draught which was not chilling but soothing.
As I looked around, I saw I was surrounded by columns, but not made out of limestone.
They were hard as rock, yet did not feel like rock as they were warm to the touch.
Some of these columns were straight, others strangely distorted.
Each column separated into many smaller ones nearer their top, but the ceiling they reached for was obscured by a strange formation, soft enough to move in the draught.
As I wandered around, I came to the end of the collection of columns and entered a wide open space.
This hall was so great that when I looked up, the ceiling was beyond the reach of my eyes, but I could see it was covered in many tiny, irregularly scattered lights, and one large disc, which shone with a soft, cold light.
All around me, there were no walls in sight, no pillars to support this ceiling.
As I climbed out of a narrow crack in the rock, I found myself in a large hall, greater than any I had ever seen.
The floor wasn't hard, but soft and moist; the air wasn't dank, but clear and stirred into a soft draught which was not chilling but soothing.
As I looked around, I saw I was surrounded by columns, but not made out of limestone.
They were hard as rock, yet did not feel like rock as they were warm to the touch.
Some of these columns were straight, others strangely distorted.
Each column separated into many smaller ones nearer their top, but the ceiling they reached for was obscured by a strange formation, soft enough to move in the draught.
As I wandered around, I came to the end of the collection of columns and entered a wide open space.
This hall was so great that when I looked up, the ceiling was beyond the reach of my eyes, but I could see it was covered in many tiny, irregularly scattered lights, and one large disc, which shone with a soft, cold light.
All around me, there were no walls in sight, no pillars to support this ceiling.