The Plunge

[Punished_Pup 1365]

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After a long day she made her way back to the Farm House she resided, with a few items in hand to store away, though a strange sensation overcame her, so she put the items aside as she made her way to the basement, carefully treading forth, as she came to kneel down in a clear spot.

 

Everything was blank for a singular moment, before the woman’s mind was overcome by variegated, paradoxical images. She as her very form being flung headfirst into this twisting and warping space, such wonderful colours, so vibrant, hypnotic it was, despite the way the colours illogically clashed against each other before reappearing, the colours were drawn in chaos yet such a beautiful pattern to behold was formed, even with the factor of the randomness and chance of this weave. It felt almost like a lifetime within this strange imagery of colours, as she was in flight at speeds she couldn’t fathom through the middle as it bends around her, though it came to an end, as the colours were almost being ‘peeled’ back to reveal another space. 

 

Through various types of landscapes of the world she was now throttled through, the misty outcrops of a shoreline, jagged rocks pierced the water, before she found herself in a dive into a deep ravine that almost seemed bottomless. With a twist, it was almost as if she was transported elsewhere, as her form skirted dangerously close alongside a mountain feeling the cold air rush past as she instantly reached the top of the snowy peak, before she looped back to where she started, it was almost as if the reality began to rip, pieces of the colours began to tear off and cling against her body, some falling off shortly after, as she went through the landscapes, it was as if this world was fabric, as gaps formed in the rocks that pushed past the water, in the ravine and mountain, were flattened and bent against her form. 

 

Suddenly she was yanked upwards, as she overlooked everything she witnessed as if was nothing more than a simple painting, yet she knew it could not be so with what she just experienced, yet all of it was connected, and sensation caught up with her, how alluring and how horrifying reality could be, feeling as she witnessed everything, but before thoughts could form, she was flipped in an instant. Gone was this tapestry of impossible worlds merged, as she stood in nothing, in suspended abyss. Stars began to form, twinkling despite the consuming darkness she was in, as more began to bud she could not help but wonder if this was connected to the discovery she made prior. The Stars now all formed, began to take the form of the unknown eye that beheld the world for her. The limbs of this entity dug into the abyss she was in and pulled from it a core carved of umbra and then gave it to the woman in her trembling hands.

 

She awoke, and within her hands a strange mass in the form of a sphere, akin to the size of a newborn child, a pattern that bleeds that looked like a starfield from the night above, she was silent for long lingering moments, as she tried to comprehend all that happened within that trance. So much has unfolded to this woman in a fairly short amount of time, with all the information she has learned be it matters of the world, or the strange, or of dark and light, the suffering she has quietly endured, the constant gnawing loneliness that festered within her heart that only grew more potent as she became more and more disillusioned with people and reality itself. Carefully she held with one hand this otherworldly mass, pulling the golden mask that covered her eyes off her face, resting it aside before the hand returned to help cradle the mass. Her usually stoic form dissipated, crumbled away, overwhelmed by the experience, emotion and knowledge of everything she underwent ever since her meeting with one similarly blessed.

 

And she simply wept.