Dec 05, 2009 19:23
[As the feed begins, you can see Mokona standing at the very edge of the barrier, staring out into the seeming abyss beyond. But upon closer inspection, you can see what Mokona sees, by some miracle of communicator technology.
Pathways. Millions upon billions upon trillions of them. All leading to and from the City. And the small god looks more than a little distressed by this.]
[This will take eons to sort out...]
time-space cluster fuck,
beyond the barriers,
plot,
a god's work is never done,
this is not good