Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510025209

The dark rift opens and closes as it utters every syllable "Well?! We're are, aren't we?! Why in Lyss's name would we suddenly recede and rescind that suicidal journey of yours?!" It's voice quakes the formless world of thoughts and images, shuddering the sky in a blanket of darkness.

It's counterpart, the mote of light, speaks with lumination, only present at its iteration of words "Yes. We shall be the guides to this loathed memory of ours. However, we must repeat that you do not drift beyond the singular lane of memory. This place you're to enter is a hated one. One that would spew its bile back..." It's tone prompts the deepest abyss to dance with illumination, contrasting the dark of the sky.