User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709

Quiet.

Such is the outside of the estate, leaving naught but the wind and the birds. The leaves flying around with no business to attend to. The sky is mundane, yet pleasent.

Only, pieces starts accumulating. Pieces like puzzle parts, only without their intricate shapes. No, this amalgamate seems more intent on using the mundane space around it to craft what appears to be a tiled floor of ceramic. Then, a lamp, out of all things. Yes, a lamp, on the right side of the tiled floor, built out of hard light tethering on the border of gaseous constitution. Such a think can't come without a miniature table to stand on, which it does.

Each object bound to this tiny space is drafted in pink and purple, save for the more 'humane' forms. Two of them, in fact, one of which looks to be holding on to the latter. Nothing but geometric shapes.

Until, in a moment of aclarity from the outside world, color rushes into the intruding space, thereby banishing everything back to where it came for, except for the two.

"Frankly, I think a simple walk over to their domain might have been more acceptable" speaks Alexandria, her eyes straightened in dismay, watching as the lamp recently purchased still in the process of finding out it isn't supposed to be here, with the unnatural amount of flickering back and forth between its original space and this one.

"Ordinarily, you would be right..." responds the fool, rising his unkept hand slightly just enough to bring her attention to its closed fist "...but I'm pretty sure you'd agree on the 'particularity' of this moment".

Alex nods reluctively, still fixated on the lamp torn between realms "I do, but may I ask not to suffer our furnitures through this process. Our lamp is still confused..." She raises one of her hand away from the fool's a miniature set of reactive shine passing through her hand, forcing the lamp away for good "The sofa still slips out of the living room".