Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160805041213

Praetor's call is met with growing silence.

Melandil points.

"What is this?  What is this thing that floats in the sky?" Ibrahim says nothing.

"Ibrahim, if you know something, tell us..." Dee says, not taking her eyes off the Crucible.

Again Ibrahim says nothing. He turns and simply walks back to the ladder, lowering himself down. "It's nothing we can do anything about.   Nothing.  Not now." He leaves.



But the nothing has been noticed.

Seers have watched the infinities,  gazing across the vast darkness that is the known and the unknown, watched as their minds find what cannot be seen. They see the Fates, like points of light on an infinite shadow, each one a destiny, a destination for the path of a life, or a planet, or a universe. They see the emptiness that is its opposite, the Void. They see its darkness, and how it is not what the universe is.

And then, they see the opposite of even those. It is nothing.

They see the edge of it, or rather, the lack of it, as it moves. The see the million points of light, and watch them wink out, devoured. They see the Void, the devourer of all known and unknown.

And they watch as it, too, begins to disappear.

Gods, seers, oracles. Those who gaze into the eternities see the eternities stripped away, slowly,  as the coming of the End of All Things creeps ever nearer. They look away, and strip their minds of the coming nothing, lest they go mad. Eternity contemplates nonexistence, and screams, its echo resounding, tearing across the planes, heard by all who know how to listen.

 The echo reaches across the veil, there reaching intellects, vast and ancient, who know what the toll of the planar breach signifies. They have waited, dark and patient. They have listened, and thus begin to follow their fate in the eternal cycle...