An Ascension of Sorts
A pair of figures stood at THE border. Beyond; an endless number of possibilities, universes, and outcomes bleed into one another in a chaotic churn. The overwhelming visage was indistinguishable, intertwined, and messy. Behind them, all that Mr. Tarpid had known was neatly packed away and stored just out of view. He stepped into the storm.
“You coming?” Mr. Tarpid inquired, not daring to look back at his companion. Resolve is a fickle boon.
“Mmmmmm...” Cat’s face contorted with a feigned consideration. “Cat thinks... that Cat would get lost.” They offered gently.
“That...” Tarpid grinned, unfazed by the light and wholly expected rejection.”...is entirely the point, Mr. Cat.” With a shrug he vanished into the noise, just one more disaster in that wreck of a sea.