"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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Date: 2022-09-08 04:34 am (UTC)He can go forward, or he can leave.
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Date: 2022-09-08 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-09 12:50 am (UTC)(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.