Chapter 1 | Amaran

The void of the endless, casted in dark to which of the indescribable is yet to consider around such places. To it's whole of reality is of non-linear, hearted to where neither is it doing or not doing ever evoke of this unknown. When it's no place, no time, beyond of what.

Vaguely fainted to a streaking whites, adjusted in such symmetry to envelop a board, to than of lines in a casting sight. Ruptured the dead of the vacuum's end, struck by blow to a woken puff, ear an unease where the air is here. Layered by parts of that familiar; many of boards it rose or fell, slighted faint where it is seen. The grid is found by the set foot, erected walls of none shall see.

Viewing here as a being lies, a construct, done by nodes to its awake. Dilated to the point in the rounded top, merging lines between vertical blinks. It stood its hulk, out way it sight. Crest it drag to the arm as walked, but of no texture to that it start to felt.

The construct stormed from every wall it find, the air felt as it caught a push; In there a sense, freeing as it can be. All but a void, never but the lines. Every touch and step grudge its mind to the weight as a whole being; There it rush by the air, to that it frees out, when there is air coming around it abound.

It starts to wane, the construct's legs were not handling well there after. Never felt the right of its way as it wants to stand, but it fails so. Struggling, and lean its back to the wall. Then... it stopped. The legs no longer exhaust, but spread flat on the grid, they didn't... struggle but are alive. Looking around... then the legs... then upwards.

Fainted lines of circles... no, spheres. Its movement wane across to know purpose of its direction, slowed ways as it can. The upward of spheres seemed everywhere, moving... Above the walls. Higher than the construct, so is the grid. Staring? Or... as is.

Chapter 2 |

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