His eyes now went wide open, while he heard the quite intriguing tale the other related with signing hands. He spoke as though to mean he was not of the living anymore, but the deity couldn’t decipher what this one’s presence represented at all. A far shore being? Not quite, not that he could recall.
He was speechless, though—his response came late, and only as a quiet, hesitant nod. For once, he felt a little intimidated—of agreeing to something he had no clue about the outcome.
“What lies beyond your reality” couldn’t possibly mean anything in the least safe, not even for a god.
The delicate coding which held reality together was a mutable force. Dissolve yourself into it’s entirety, and time and space carry no meaning. It becomes all of what you build up in your mind. And to that end, no two views of reality are the same. Even down to the shade of sky.
Gaster plucked his hand up and with a tug, those shackles loosened.
The expanse of spacelessness consumed the environment. No ground beneath ones feet, no sky overhead. Just negative light, and the barest echo of a violent wind cascading into ones ears.
【 THIS IS THE PLACE WITH WHICH I ORIGINATED FROM, LITTLE GOD. THIS IS MY HOME. AND MY PRISON. 】
One day, it could be yours, were the words left unsaid.
To be forgotten is worse then death.
【 AN ENTIRELY OPPOSING TIMELINE AND UNIVERSE TO YOUR OWN, BUT LET THIS FEELING SINK INTO YOUR BONES. BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ALLOW YOUR WORLD TO CORRODE AROUND YOU AND DIE. 】
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