Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20190414050446/@comment-26120744-20190415175747

(Ok I think I’m caught up mostly but what ships are flying around and where are they?)

The dead, wherever they are, afterlife, dream bubbles, whatever... they can feel it. Worse, they can see it. Something hazy, misshapen, ridden with static. A shattered mosaic, each shard a reality unto itself, shot through with the kaleidoscopic un-colors of the Outer Dark.

Those at peace had a front row seat to it all.

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The enlightened, and those who sought enlightenment - the Persona weirdest that could feel the Sea of Souls, the Stand users that had achieved Heaven or Ultimate Reality, or we’re nearing it, they could all hear it. Those graced by its touch, they could hear it.

But it was different. It wasn’t a seething, Stygian gurgle, the snark of a hungry, stillborn God. It was a whisper of molten gold, the most comforting, soothing voice one could hear. One dripping with paternal, maternal, unconditional love.

Hear was the wrong word, for as always, the voice did not speak, it merely gave feelings, impressions, like flashes of eureka in the silence between thoughts.

The clouds parted and golden sunlight fell on GDR even amidst the fighting. She heard the voice of beauty whisper of the end of all things and knew in her heart of hearts that all will be well.

The weirder of GER felt that all would be as it should if only he needed instruction.

A masked man below ground closed his eyes and smiled. He saw a family shattered and made stronger for it. He saw the Second Daughters of Chaos, coming through the veil to usher in the New Epoch. Faster, faster, the patterns of fate spun themselves ever higher.

Even the dethroned Jungle King, with the most reason to loathe the darkness of the light, could hear its whisper. It spoke of redemption, of salvation, a return of his bride and even daughter, made stronger than before. Of a future where cause and effect no longer governed consequence. Where he could have his cake and eat it too, literally. And all that was needed in return was the sacrifice of the limits of the past. Such a fickle thing, sanity. Who needs it?

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Edge put a hand on his head. A sudden migraine and a sense of dread...