Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510050045

"Do step in..." The mote of light speaks as more and more of the empty world's strings begin to pull and tug. The nothingness gestates to a cosmic void, alien to this material plane. Fractured mirrors form and rise alongside the cosmic road. All of them, darkned and blurry. Images run within in as many angles as there are shards.

The ring at the end fills with glass and reflection. Unlike its counterparts, it had no fissure, no crack, no splinter. Glistened in magnificience, surrounded by gilded rings, it awaits one to walk near it, close to it.