Sublime

It was a flickering, buzzing gray that looked like the world hadn’t made up its mind what color it should be. And it shifted and twitched in place like it was made of ten million tiny insects. Little Blue shuddered back from it, while Orthos gave a gasp. “Void Matter,” Lindon said. “The ultimate treasure of destruction aura.”

Facing the void feels so overwhelming because it is the birthplace of limitless possibility. It is the place of potential new life, and the repository of the old.

She floated in endless emptiness, the pure void. Even the distant swirls of color that she usually saw in the void, wild fragments of broken worlds, were so distant that she couldn’t see them. This was a pure lack of existence.

She floated in endless emptiness, the pure void. Even the distant swirls of color that she usually saw in the void, wild fragments of broken worlds, were so distant that she couldn’t see them. This was a pure lack of existence.

We start in the depths of time and soul, in the collective archetypal lands of equally bright light and darkness, the depository of humanity’s psychic inheritance.