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Those who are sensitive to these things will feel/hear/sense it. Those who know him will, as well.
In a dimension over there, there's a sharp flare of yellow energy. Another over there. Something frenetically burns brightly, then dies, implodes, pulls in on itself and leaves less than nothing where it once flared, a smoky rhodopsin-hole. Something is drawn.
Out.Slowly. slowly.
silken tendrils of thought still cling as it is consumed.
Neurone firings squeeze. Tingle. Dance along perception of quasi-taste, piquant and almost painfully sweet, swallowed into a self dimmed/starved/weakened for too long. Thin, long tendrils of memory draw that exquisite chill along the edges of sensation--knife edge, tightening, shuddering; achingly long until the layer breaks, the emotions flood. The interior is wavering heat, almost unbearably liquid-bittersweet-intense; rolled about on perception, tasted, and finally devoured. Deeply, utterly devoured, until nothing at all remains but a shiver and a moment of completeness and satiation. A moment that doesn't last nearly long enough.
Twin suns burn the eyes of another. The same happens. Again.
AND ANOTHER. Again.
every time, a random dimension. a random place. a random person.
SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS SUDDENLY. SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS AFTER YEARS OF SEDUCTION. TIME MATTERS NOT.
The only question that can be answered, the only thing that can be understood, perhaps the only one that matters, is:
did he visit your WORLD?
In a dimension over there, there's a sharp flare of yellow energy. Another over there. Something frenetically burns brightly, then dies, implodes, pulls in on itself and leaves less than nothing where it once flared, a smoky rhodopsin-hole. Something is drawn.
Out.Slowly. slowly.
silken tendrils of thought still cling as it is consumed.
Neurone firings squeeze. Tingle. Dance along perception of quasi-taste, piquant and almost painfully sweet, swallowed into a self dimmed/starved/weakened for too long. Thin, long tendrils of memory draw that exquisite chill along the edges of sensation--knife edge, tightening, shuddering; achingly long until the layer breaks, the emotions flood. The interior is wavering heat, almost unbearably liquid-bittersweet-intense; rolled about on perception, tasted, and finally devoured. Deeply, utterly devoured, until nothing at all remains but a shiver and a moment of completeness and satiation. A moment that doesn't last nearly long enough.
Twin suns burn the eyes of another. The same happens. Again.
AND ANOTHER. Again.
every time, a random dimension. a random place. a random person.
SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS SUDDENLY. SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS AFTER YEARS OF SEDUCTION. TIME MATTERS NOT.
The only question that can be answered, the only thing that can be understood, perhaps the only one that matters, is:
did he visit your WORLD?