It was like two worlds were suddenly colliding. Their folds of reality battered, pushed and crashed against one another, their immediate surroundings whining and threatening to be ripped apart from their seams. –
On one side, a world of reflective glass lay. It was difficult to tell down from up and left from right. As though even the air itself had become a reflective surface or the deepest sort of abyss, a weaker mind would find themselves lost and confused, unable to process exactly what it was that they were seeing.
On the other side, there was a raging storm of rumbling thunder and striking lightning. Everything in the wake of these beautiful violet strands of judgment were incinerated to ash and wiped from existence, dancing about the skies like the vicious chords of nature.
