A woman sat in a stark, featureless room, its walls, floor, and ceiling coated in flawless white.
The air was unnervingly still, heavy yet soundless. The absence of shadows gave the impression that the room existed outside the constraints of natural light.
She hummed in satisfaction as she read a book, chuckling momentarily at its contents.
Her obscenely long, wavy hair cascaded down, kissing the floor from her sitting position. Her glass-like, pale white skin made her resemble a doll more than a human.
Her brows arched slightly as she paused her reading, momentarily staring up at the ceiling of her confinement before letting out a long, irresistibly attractive yawn.
"Finally. I was starting to grow worried that she was completely free from my influence," she said to no one in particular as she stood, letting the book go.
Surprisingly, it floated in midair, unaffected by the laws of gravity, frozen on the last page she had read.
She walked briskly down a staircase that appeared before her, leading to a semi-liquid-like river that began to rise toward her as she descended.
"It's been a while since I went out. This should be fun," she mused as she stepped fully into the liquid. It enveloped her entirely before the space returned to its tranquil stillness, the book she had been reading the only stark contrast in the endless white.
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'Whats going on' Will's perception flickered as his body was yanked violently, disassembled, and hurled through the void.
All he remembered seeing was his hand touch the little girl from earlier before feeling an irresistible force pull his body like a ragged cloth. Following that he lost all sensation from taste to touch only retaining a sliver of sight and reasoning.
Unraveling from the fabric of existence. His body was thoroughly spaghettified, his consciousness elongated and fragmented, stretched across unfathomable distances. In this moment he was everywhere yet nowhere.
The boundary of the universe—an imperceptible barrier of logic and causality—shattered around him, replaced by a terrifying expanse of sheer unpredictability. Devoid of the concept of light, yet displayed bare in plain sight.
He was aware, his consciousness hung tenuously, stretched and fragmented like light through a prism.
Before him, incomprehensible entities roamed. Their forms defied structure, amorphous and pulsating, yet suggesting predatory intent. One entity slithered closer, its presence like a tear in reality itself.
He had no body, only a spread consciousness multidirectional in sight– but he felt it, this entity had locked in on whatever he had become intent on devouring it. And so it moved with purpose.
Just as its immense shadow loomed over him, a larger being, monstrous beyond scale or reason, erupted from the abyss maws open reflecting shining stars and galaxies within it– it devoured his predator in an instant neither long nor short as time had disappeared, non-existent, in-apparent.
The two entities collided, and with a surge of impossible energy. The laws of existence bent, shattered, and dissolved as the collision birthed a detonation—a cacophony of unquantifiable forces annihilating each other in brilliant, chaotic silence. Disappearing without a trace.
Will could see it but not hear or feel it. he vaguely comprehended the chaos around him as it continued its unpredictable orchestra, like trying to piece together a shattered mirror with trembling hands.
The non-existent space writhed, pulsing with strange geometries and phenomena without names. Nor logical meaning.
He felt his consciousness moving—no, being moved. Time collapsed into moments, expanding into eternity. And yet all he could do was drift, in a space where comprehension frayed, and reality itself became alien in concept.
And soon his consciousness started to dim the flame extinguishing slowly but surely giving in to eternal slumber.
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Perched on the edge of an island, a dodo-like bird with shimmering feathers stared forward, its reflective eyes mirroring the surreal panorama—twinkling stars, rippling water, and the ethereal glow of an otherworldly sun.
A vibrant sky of shifting hues cradled colossal floating islands draped in luminous moss and cascading waterfalls that vanished into the clouds below.
It searched for food in this otherworldly oasis until its tranquil day was shattered. Ripples formed at different points in space, twisting violently before ripping unnaturally, resembling the maw of an ancient beast reflecting nothingness and void-space. The rift vomited its contents—a seemingly unassuming teenage girl dressed in black and...
A series of grotesque, mangled husk's. Limbs jutted at impossible angles, flesh warped into jagged, pulsating mounds that oozed black, caustic ichor. Eyeless sockets blinked subconsciously, while mouths stretched grotesquely, frozen in voiceless screams.
Fading consciousnesses flickered like dying embers, fragmented and incoherent, trapped in the agonizing awareness of their deformity.
The ethereal air of the oasis burned against their warped forms, rejecting them in a reality too foreign to comprehend. These former human bodies, now degenerated into abominations, twitched, clinging to a crumbling sliver of existence.
The girl, meanwhile, ignored them completely, cradling herself on the floor, biting her fingers, and rocking her body back and forth.
"I'm scared, I'm scared. I don't want to check. What is this place? Is it real?"
She mumbled, disregarding the final death throes of the people she had dragged with her.
Finally making up her mind, she began to close her eyes when a hand suddenly grabbed her head from behind, startling her.
"I'm sorry, little sister, but I can't let you do that," said the voice of the woman from the white room, her words laced with a chilling smile.
The little girl's eyes widened in terror. Tears streamed down her face as she began to plead desperately.
"No, Sister, please! I won't—I won't do it anymore. I'll never check again. Forgive me, Sis!" she begged, her tears and snot dripping, creating a pitiful, heart-wrenching scene.
But the woman holding her remained unmoved.
She let out a silvery laugh, the sound spreading far and wide, causing nature itself to dance in joy.
"My darling little sister, it's okay. Don't cry anymore," she murmured, crouching low and hugging the girl from behind. "It's not your fault; it's all his."
"Yes, it's all his fault. I hate him. I hate him," the little girl whimpered.
"And so do I, Sister," the woman replied. Yet, slowly, her smile faded into a somber frown.
"However, you promised me the same thing last time, and my belief in you cost me dearly—very dearly," she said, her voice firm, causing the little girl to freeze in place.
"And so, I forgive you," she continued, standing up, her eyes glowing faintly.
The little girl became frantic, clawing at her hand and screaming, but the woman remained resolute.
"However keeping you here... is a risk I am not willing to take," she said as another tear in space materialized—this one colder, sharper, and far more defined.
"Goodbye, Sister," she finished, violently hurling the girl into the portal.
The little girl's screaming figure vanished further and further into the void, her cries swallowed by the abyss of nothingness, the portal closing behind her.
The woman stretched her limbs and yawned again before feeling a wet touch against her foot, prompting her to turn in that direction.
"Oh, it's you guys," she said, staring at the weeping abominations beside her. "Now, what do I do with you four?" she added with a smile, before wrapping their tangled lumps into an invisible bubble.
With them secured, she walked back through a door made of the same semi-liquid material as the sea she had descended into earlier and disappeared.