Hello Darkness, My Old Friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
The leap from the abyss of the world should have been expected. Attila the mighty had charged ahead with Storm and Shin in tow, while Joshua raged forward in a sort of intoxicated slurry that belonged somewhere between a Radasanthian alleyway and a storybook. When the edge of the universe reached them, it sent the trio tumbling out towards the darkness, into the black void with myriad white dots of energy, hope, and confusion.
"The stars... they are the alignment of our core energies. Capture the energy and we can rule the world." Storm's eyes were dilated and slightly reddened; he didn't fully understand what he was saying. One luxury of the darkness was the relief from tunnel vision; when the entire periphery was identical to the white dotted carpet of black, there was nothing lost in the channeled view of nothing.
The white dots began to coalesce in front of the three, constellations swirling on themselves as the millions of dots formed lines, planes, and three dimensional shapes. They coiled and spun and twisted into what started as a tornado shaped apparition but continued to tighten and elongate.
A hissing, cooing, echoing sound reverberated about them, like water down a drain. The convergence of stars curled up before them, a mighty cobra of white beckoning them to come and die.
"Ride the snake!"
