Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190517034443

Sheltered from sight, isolated in a room, the two contrarian converging in one had room to breath. A sensary illusion came to life among the room. To the senses, it was warped to something else. A simple room featuring a mat of ceramic floor...the only spacewhere one could stand over a flight of...nothing.

A background of pink and purple collide, yet conflagrate as equilibrium. On the floor, two familiar shapes are presented to Ash: A rift of darkness that conceals a world within, tumultuous and violent, yet left inside, sealed. And a mote of light, shining another world, calm and serene, waiting to be displayed, not unlike the last time she took a memory lane to Joseph's mind.

Both of the entities stand over an individual gothic pillar, scaled down for a sitter. The bright mote approaches Ash, hearing her request to speak "You wish to speak? I am available to your inquiry".