Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20180517200500/@comment-26120744-20180519042110

The figure suddenly dissolved. So does the ground. And the sky.

And the horizon.

For a second MN is falling in all possible and impossible directions amidst a vortex of absolute pandemonium.

Then she lands in a massive web of shadows, with a throne at its center.

The figure on the throne looks familiar in all the wrong ways...

And then she wakes up.