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Whispers. Shadows. Flickering forms and disappearing lights. The spirit realm is calm, yet something stirs behind the veil that separates the realm of the living and that of the dead. A writhing mass that ever-so-slightly ripples the fabric of reality as it slithers its way around and between the veils of this world and the next. It is almost impossible to follow, somehow so thin as to fit where nothing should be able to exist, but with a breadth that can ripple the width of an entire city as it passes. The spirits ignore it. Pointedly. Drifting away from its path before it moves, averting their gaze from it entirely. They will not speak of it. They will not acknowledge it. They will brush off any mention of it. But they fear it. There is a pervasive tension in the air. Something terrible and unknown is stirring, and to even address it is somehow inviting disaster. I know not what it is. I am barely able to catch a glimpse of its movement, as subtle as a trick of the light, in the corner of my eye as the ethereal glow of this realm bends uncannily for a moment. It's as if a shadow passes by, even where none should be, and as ancient spirits slide wordlessly out of the path without even a sidelong glance. This presence is disturbing. I've seen many strange and terrifying things, but never has a presence with no visage to perceive rattled me so. A dread that is growing, not in the shadows, but beyond them. A rotten mass that has been forgotten and ignored for so long that it has warped into something that should not be. What it is or was, I cannot say. I only know that it exists. It exists in the in between, even more secluded than purgatory. A transitory space that no being should be able to stay anchored in. The passage between veils is a miniscule phase change from one to the next. Nothing should be there, and yet.. Something is filling this void. It is growing in nothingness, and its presence sends ripples through both sides of the veils that it presses against. The consequences of this displacement and whatever it is feeding on are surely reaching the living realm as well. But the kingdoms are quiet. Eerily quiet. They have been quiet for longer than I can ever recall. Perhaps that is the effect. Maybe this force is draining the very life away from our world. It grows, it spreads. It thrives in neglect. It's unheeded, unhindered. And it has found a perfect, unattended realm to hollow out for itself. Do you hear it? A voice beneath the wind.. I can almost hear it now. I think it's an invitation. Beckoning towards the great void, towards freedom.. Freedom from the shackles of existence. | |