Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190615024029

Neither halves speak, for it would be useless. Once more, their words, unheeded. Instead, a tablet seemingly materializes, inscribed in letters wholly different. From another country. From another continent. From another world. From another solar system. From another galaxy. From another...universe.

The hand of the clown, showered in light and shadow. The finger of the masked man, sharing bright and dark, scratching the continuation. A message ignored. Lessons unlearned. A doom, imminent, from their point-of-view.