Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180430032507/@comment-26120744-20180512043346

Iris' hidden personality is the first layer.

...... Then it peels away like a cocoon and she goes a step deeper.

A version of her made out of maggots constantly eating each other.

Which peals away to reveal a version made of fire.

Then a version made of ..... abstract art?

Deeper and deeper, more layers being peeled away like an onion.

It felt as if she were zooming both in and out at once. Cells becoming universes, atoms into multiverses, quantum strings curving into patterns of the Omniverse.....

All the while images of trees that grew cocoons instead of fruit, the cocoons hatching into trees that grew off of the branches of the original tree, which themselves create more trees, and more trees, all on top of each other....

Layer after layer, version after version, faster and faster and faster and faster, each iteration looking more abstract and nonsensical than the last, all the while some amorphous, indistinct and truly massive thing looms in the background, a murky mass of curved tusks spiralling out in all directions....

And then complete blackness. Numbness. Stillness.

The Darkness wasn't a lacking of things, it was like a solid mass, like she was engulfed in it, every part of her crushed by it, filled with it...

And then a pair of white eyes appeared before her and spoke two words in her own voice.

"W̴͓̺̪̥͋̓̐́́a͒ͩ͛̆҉̦͔̜̹̼̠͎̺͍k̦̦̬̜̞̫̰ͮ͒͂e̲̫̫̦͓̞͍͆ͨ͌ͅ ̨̙͇̭͎͔̏̀Ù͚͈̹̆̇p̨̣̘͖͈̿̐̕ͅ.̡̳͓̜͓̭̺̠̺͙ͪ͋ "