Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190531144306

The dark dominant blurs Joseph's body to that of an illusion. A deeper one seeing it shatter to pieces, re-assembled to two contrasting worlds. One of bright. One of dark. One of spheres. One of triangles.

The only parallel to these changed dimensions? A singular pillar of gothic craft, larg eough for a man to sit. To which two entities sit in their respective realm. Bright and dark. Both nestled in their manifestation of Joseph's body, yet blurry at the edges.

In their equinox of shapes and state of light, they do not speak. Neither speaks. Their masks, blank. Refusing to reward anyone with the expression behind it. Lost credence...