Chapter XXXIII: Distortions
And so ends another brief venture into one world's collapse and consumption. What was that strange, dream-like mirage, the rift in sense and form, if nothing resembling the void we had known before?
If was not the darkness, and not the essence naught, perhaps it was yet another embodiment the primal chaos herself. Something, not nothing, but something without life nor meaning. Not absence but abstraction.
Of course, I do not mean to dwell on such vagaries when there are pressing, concrete matters.
What have we added to our inventories?
And what of these photographs? Surely all children who know their cautionary tales are already well aware of dangers in the wood.
And how can we be sure the mortal fate of that world has not taken a stowaway leap into this place? The height of that outbreak had surely passed, but did traces of their poison linger? You seem to think so, Nerevarine.
I would suggest thorough decontamination and immediate precautionary measures.
If was not the darkness, and not the essence naught, perhaps it was yet another embodiment the primal chaos herself. Something, not nothing, but something without life nor meaning. Not absence but abstraction.
Of course, I do not mean to dwell on such vagaries when there are pressing, concrete matters.
What have we added to our inventories?
And what of these photographs? Surely all children who know their cautionary tales are already well aware of dangers in the wood.
And how can we be sure the mortal fate of that world has not taken a stowaway leap into this place? The height of that outbreak had surely passed, but did traces of their poison linger? You seem to think so, Nerevarine.
I would suggest thorough decontamination and immediate precautionary measures.