Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170807024319/@comment-26120744-20170807230745

The Nebula is growing.

The planets enveloped by it..... they aren't planets anymore.

A Final One is a thing that should not be, it's very existence warping reality irreparably. The planets caught inside it unrravel at the quantum level, becoming self-consuming spirals that oozed liquid sky onto seas of shadowy tendrils. The impossible heart of the Final One palpitated and swelled with the sickly blood of the unreal, a yawning abyss that burrowed deep into unknowable realms. It was frozen one moment like a still-image, then shifting into frenzied life the next. Its bottomless black would dominate the center of every scanner and viewscreen, even when they were turned away, and the sight of a black orb with a red corona would be scorched into the retina of all who looked upon it.