|Mods of Kiseki RPG (kiseki_mods) wrote in kiseki_logs,|
@ 2017-08-05 18:10:00
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[The party is over now—
As the world around you seems to crumble further, flickering out of existence (the stars, the trees, the blades of grass beneath your feet), that resounding, crumbling darkness just creeps ever-closer. The last of the fireworks have faded, the music from the ballroom has dimmed down to a whisper. If there’s anything left out there, it’ll quickly disappear now. This is the moment you were fearing, the moment you were waiting for. This is it.
The journal in your hands starts to glow, first a small little blip and then more insistent, until it grows to be blinding, spreading out past the journal until it, too, disappears and you’re left just with that light. It grows and it grows, enveloping everything around you. The entire world is being consumed.
Soon, all you can see is that light—
—and then you don’t see anything at all.]