"I wouldn't recommend going through any of those doors," Patxi says. "But it's probably a shortcut. Fujimaru does stupid shit like that a lot, from what I've heard."
"Ha." Patxi grins at that suddenly, all teeth, amused and grimacing both. He finally moves, headed for that first door, picking his way gingerly through the rubble around it. "I dunno if I think that's a good way of doing it. But if you want to try, I'm not going to stop you."
"Suit yourself," he says, and steps through the doorway. It now stands wide open, though no matter how hard Moon strains, he will not be able to see anything--there's just blackness, a wide unending void, like a cessation of being.
When he steps through, it feels like a jolt, a slam of pressure that does not hurt, precisely, but is more like a complete and utter rejection of everything about him--the feeling of being studied by something bigger and older and more unknowing than himself
(a sense of Nothingness, a void that lies at the very heart of multiple potentials, a source of all beginnings and all endings, uncaring of anything that lives or anything that dies)
it feels like being slowly compressed, slowly and methodically, tighter and smaller and smaller, until--
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I will try. If it is a shortcut, it will be doubly worth the risk.
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He pushes the door open; unlike when Moon tried, it opens easily. He pauses on the threshhold, looking back over his shoulder.
"Are you sure about this? It's not going to be pleasant."
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He can go forward, or he can leave.
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(a sense of Nothingness, a void that lies at the very heart of multiple potentials, a source of all beginnings and all endings, uncaring of anything that lives or anything that dies)
it feels like being slowly compressed, slowly and methodically, tighter and smaller and smaller, until--
You're falling.