Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510120250

The dark rift and the bright mote watch her step through, their halves of their mask long gone. The most benign of contact with the gigantic mirror spots a singular crack, burst from nowhere.

Then, a fissure borne out of it.

Then another.

And another.

And another...

Inch by inch, the mirror's perfection is defaced by the hundreds of cracks, until...it could no longer sustain itself. It shatters in an eruptive blast, revealing another rift, crimson and orchid, swriling to dark confines of the entities' identity.

Its suction power proves to be greater than what Ash can endure. Her feet slide off the steps, pulled inward to the vortex which had subtly oriented itself to the sky of darkness.

Her launch sees her travel through incondescent clouds of dust. Pink? Purple? Both? Neither? She can see them all, as she sees none.

"Prepare yourself. The arrival will not be pleasant". A mote of dust accompanied her on her shoulder as nothing more than a swirl of bright particles, small enough to not out range said shoulder.

'''"You heard him! Clench your splincter or something!" '''The dark rift made its presence known to her other shoulder, as nothing more than a breach to existence with something peering through.

The bright was not wrong, Ash's landing abrupt on a surface of shattered glass amidst a dark world. Compared to it, the void of existence was but a peace between light and shadow. This place...bleak, empty. Shards begin to shape it according to the selection made by the only existing being. A window...to the naether.