Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510021947

Formless shapes run about, emoting, yet without forms. Bright, but with no heat. The world is but a cascade of gas clouded in pink and purple, the opaque state at the foreground. Nothing lies beyond. No sky, no ground. No heaven, nor earth.

And then, a mass falls at the center, resonating with what would be this world's first sound. A violent 'whoomf' decorating the mass. Dark and rough. Gaseous and elongated. Shards notice the rapture of darkness, now shapen as a lightless void reduced to what would becomes of sentient creatures. Cloud tendrils pull at them, colliding their inexistant dust at the top. It moves, writhes, all the way to a mask. A half, corrupted by the rift's very existence. Molded to the expression of wrath. Dark wrath.

Another is formted at the near spot, shining with the first instance of sight. A delicate and tranquil gesture of bells pour as its center, shaping a sphere. Bright and soft. Solid and shortened. More shards take attention to the second element permeating the void with its illuminated presence. They swirl at its side, dancing their shapes to that of a second half of a mask, touched by the expression of a quiet benevolence. Bright benevolence.

The two shapes of light and shadow look at each other...and wait. They wait as many more particles rush to make steps leading from beyond to meet them, as if...they awaited visitors.