Prologue: Descryptic Deviance
Drip!. Walls shifted, stretching towards the burning wide crater. Splinters spread across the hall, toppling off the scarlet-tinted shards onto the seething holes on the roof. Slosh! Drumming off the roof pedalling back to bounce off the cracked surface of the body.
Screech! Splotches of ichor splattered on the crumbled chunk of the floor coalesced back into its original expanse, suspended back into the scarlet haze of air, circling the rotating floor.
Wrecked pieces of the floor zoomed towards the centre of the crackling void strewn with shards wrapped in scarlet splashes of the glowing fluid steaming while hitting the objects flying in the rotating room. Vramg! Pieces of the demolished floor tore asunder in different splinters, only to collide back towards the middle of the growing void buzzing with cerulean streaks of light.
A flicker of a purple flame burst through the sizzling void, engulfing the room in a blaze of different shades of mist flowing inwards and outwards rhythmically.
Zooming past the mayhem, a hooded figure surveyed the surroundings by dashing past all the corners of the room scratching the surface of the undulating walls; carefully avoiding the red fluid blasting off the shards dripping from the freezing, exploding corpse strapped to the roof.
The corpse disintegrated and reformed back devoid of a face, instead, the body was filled with buzzing dark spots with branches of mould creeping towards its spiked hollowed neck.
A shadow loomed over the body, the battered crescent cape clasped to the shoulders billowing in the blaze. “Fractals, so many anomalies in one plane of existence... it must be contained”, she whispered with her unflinching gaze.
She took off her mask, shivering from taking a last look at it before attaching it to her metallic belt. Another Time Splinter, she thought.
An enormous set of tentacles emerged from the glitching void behind the corpse and enveloped the body. An ivory mass of wings and flaming eyes with splashes of green sizzling scales emerged. She had done this numerous times and in various forms before, she reached out to grab it.
Sickening, grotesque images flashed by before her eyes as the room transformed into different mists and different glitching appearances. Her mind became overwhelmed with details, memories from infinite timelines and Eldritch horrors unfolded as the Serenade of whispers started to drill spikes in her mind.
A familiar rush rejuvenated her body as she channelled her Pattern Wave and prepared to release the flow of magic in the form of a scream.
Inside her mind, she sewed the battered fabric of her consciousness and used the torn pieces to weave different Primal Patterns to sever the Knot of the Serenade.
She strengthened her hold on the neck of the corpse, the source of the Outer-dimensional leak and used the Primal Pattern to scream out a part of her own essence to ward off the Eldritch Horror.
Grasping at the rotating floor stopping it with one hand, she held her own against the inhuman mass of tentacles and eyes.
Just one more push, one more scream. A section of the burning void shards grazed past her arms, flying together in a raging storm. Pain! Physical and mental pain, she laughed. She had grown accustomed to this type of pain after so many encounters with these alien entities.
Gone was the gullible sense of fear, now she welcomed the pain as she put on the mask and the cape every day.
Nape prickling with excitement, she clutched her hands tighter on the bleeding neck of the corpse.
Stranded in the heat of the moment, lost her moral compass without a purpose, she began to contemplate and became aware once more.
Gasp! Transmission interrupted... Selunae had become aware of the Being narrating her story. ′That insignificant being toiling on his meagre efforts again’, she bellowed. “You want to pry at my thoughts, realize the reasons behind my actions” she sneered.
It would take more than that to analyze her character and reveal her profound mysteries. She thought it would be best to camouflage her current demeanour and personality. It’s time to put on another mask... m-aas-k... m -- -a-a-a- -a-a----...
This was something that neither the Narrator would expect nor the Watchers of her tale.
Vramg! Tr ... sm- ... Transmission Resumed.
Gazing back into the rotting mass of eyes and tentacles, she looked apathetically into the eyes filled with nothing but excitement at how she could bore deeper into those lifeless eyes of the entity, screaming at them until the eyes got reduced to dust and at that moment watching the lights dim inside those lifeless orbs.
Revelling at the moment of accepting her true self.
Tremors raked across her spine. She paused and slowly stopped her thoughts. Retreating her consciousness deep inside, she foraged through her mindscape and switched to a new personality which would make her better respond to the current situation.
Her posture became more relaxed. Twirling her legs around the flying crystalized black holes, she gained momentum, getting more attuned to the moving world around her. Her eyes fixated on the tentacles, glowed momentarily building up energy within the milky expanse of her eyelids.
The feathered mass of tentacles and eyes started to coil around the crumbling corpse buzzing with dark, hollow spots crackling with amber streaks of light. The air started to sizzle as the dark spots began to multiply.
Spiked tentacles started to slip through the spots widening the gaps. She gasped in her horror at the sight as she was supposed to prevent this from happening. The creature dug deeper into her mind, flaying any protective blocks around her consciousness.
Memories started to flood through, some familiar, some horrifying. A green sigil appeared on her wrist causing her to hurry and use the power of Nexus Variance.
She gravely contemplated the choice to destroy the existing pantheon of gods in this Oneiros World or leave the world in a shattered state with an Outer God leeching on it.
Calling forth upon the power of the Nexus Variance, she started sculpting the Oneiros structure of the Dream World, splitting the world into two and making the inhabitants safe from the destruction.
The floating shards impaled her head. Writhing in pain, she completed the Oneiros structure causing the Nexus Variance to bleed through her body. A portal appeared behind her back. She desperately slashed at the portal as the dark crackling holes started to merge with her body. Her body started glitching and started tearing her flesh with the dark holes spreading across the body.
With one final scream, the alien creature and her dissipating form disappeared into the portal.
The room started to burn in purple flames and amongst a shadow emerged holding a battered cape.
‘So the merging of the future and the past has begun’ whispered the flame-covered figure.
