[Vision] BEHEMOTH OF CHANGE

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At first, you are totally lucid, enveloped in the activities which populate days and make time indistinct and gaseous. The next moment, however, you are thrust into the comprehension of things that should be beyond you, but are conveniently drilled right into your eye sockets.

 

It is first an endless tapestry of darkness. Stars- though they were perhaps more akin to granules- populate the area and surge towards each other and combine to form specks. Soon, from the infinite Void, substance was born from nothingness, and abstract things which could not be identified managed to form an image.

You are frozen in an instant that feels like countless eternities. Indeed, in the instant where the image before you is deciphered, the random groupings of motes become comprehensible by your mind.

It is pain.

What is this? There had been peace, but then you had been troubled, for a time. The Veil had been disturbed. But now, as a swirling vortex was in your view, a pain you could not have imagined fried your nerves. The pain consumed you. It persisted and persisted, your sensitivity not hardened enough to deal with whatever trauma had been inflicted upon the Veil. Eventually you saw it in its full glory: a senseless maelstrom, boundless energy spread in great radius, so densely that it could not possibly all be harnessed by mortal will. You saw it with your full being, the concept of its sight and the pain you feel referentially equal.

 

It was massive; it dwarfed the greater part of the plain upon which it stood. What was this? It was not outside the realm of mortal creation, but its construction was incomprehensible. Who would craft such a horrible engine of destruction? Do mages of the Void truly hold such evil, or was this the result of something else?

 

You felt it erode your understanding of things. Your fractured mind, forced to make new acknowledgements, frantically moved to understand what you saw. . .

 

 

 

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Abruptly you awake, freed from the mind-numbing pain. 

 

Immediately, you observed a strange sensation of difference. It felt as if the world which you inhabit now was different than the one before. It was sure in your mind that for better or worse, something about your life had changed.

 

[This vision is only available to Veil Watchers with the Event Horizon ability.]

[Lord_of_losers 1546]

It came to her in a dream; a sanctum of lucidity that held very few unwanted mysteries. But there it was: an object she could not will away. It was a lamp, of all things, that she seemed to fixate on, on this night. Tentatively she reached for its pull switch.

 

Click

 

It was not darkness she saw, but instead the absence of anything at all. Here, there was no light, nor sound, nor anything to touch her senses. Knowing she was asleep proved to be of comfort; in here, her head, she was in control. She could not be harmed. Whatever foulness sought to be levied against her, she was confident it could be repelled like so many other interlopers before.

 

Stipples of white dots begin to turn on, one by one, expressly blanketing the impossible darkness with light. The lamp was one, and had become many. It comes far too suddenly for description to do it any good. Blinding, searing, scorching light.. And yet...? Nothing. The pain that was supposed to come from this cataclysm never came. Sarah found herself in the middle of the crack itself - the eye of the storm, so to speak, upon a glass platform.

 

From her platform, she viewed this ululating crack - but could not hear it. It is a blemish. A black mark. A stain. And it did not welcome her. She felt herself falling suddenly, glimpsing only for a moment the vaguest idea of where this rift might be, as she was dragged down into the abyss. "Shit. Here it comes." She thought. A grasping claw built of a sickening, cryptic poison that sought to take her form-
 

Click

 

She had not realised it until just then but the pull switch was still in hand, and she'd instinctively yanked it.

Stirring from her sleep, her senses found themselves returning. It was not a particularly harsh rousing. After all, this singular moment was but hypnic jerk.

 

The crackling of a fireplace.

Familiarity. Safety. Company.

 

Home.