05-18-2015, 09:32 AM
Nealaphh had been walking for quite some time now. Since it still didn't have a subjective way to measure time, Nealaphh had no reason to believe it hadn't been walking for more than just a few scant seconds. Obviously, to normal mortal minds, it would have been close to three hours. Normally it wouldn't take someone quite so long to get to one of the gates within the Nexus, but normal people probably didn't stop to stare at their own hands every fifteen minutes. The trip had been largely uneventful; the shadow had spotted a few other wandering souls within the blank wastes, but it did not feel entirely inclined to pester them. Nealaphh had a singular goal in its mind; to reach the place known as the Ashen Steppes. From what Nealaphh had glimpsed in the stormtrooper's memories, it appeared to be a place of supreme natural beauty; nature in its most primal, chaotic form.
Obviously, nothing could ever quite match the perfect chaos of, say, a black hole, but perhaps from this lowly perspective, the gouts of lava and towering clouds of ash would seem more profound. The gate was growing nearer now, and Nealaphh could almost make out a rippling image of what laid on the other side of the Ashen gate. Nealaphh walked up next to the scorched black rock and laid a glossy black hand on the surface. The two materials were almost a perfect match for each-other, granted that rock that made up the gate was rough and porous. It was almost too hot to touch, but Nealaphh kept its hand pressed firmly against the stone. It could still feel the wounds in its back from where the stormtrooper's blasts of energy had burnt away some of this ebon flesh, but it seemed as though Nealaphh's body had a naturally higher resistance to most mortal forms of danger. As such, it felt that it had very little to fear from the raging fire and smoke of the volcanic verse.
With a slow, dreamlike movement, Nealaphh turned to stare back at The Fountain of Infinity. It could still easily make out the whirling violet plasma and gleaming jet of charged particles of the quasar. The god-mind was glad that it could return here whenever it wanted to view this pristine chaos again. For now, though, it was best to start learning what this Omniverse had to offer. With no more than the sound of shuffling robes, Nealaphh passed through the gate to the Ashen Wastes, eager to see what this verse of eternal change could bring it...
Obviously, nothing could ever quite match the perfect chaos of, say, a black hole, but perhaps from this lowly perspective, the gouts of lava and towering clouds of ash would seem more profound. The gate was growing nearer now, and Nealaphh could almost make out a rippling image of what laid on the other side of the Ashen gate. Nealaphh walked up next to the scorched black rock and laid a glossy black hand on the surface. The two materials were almost a perfect match for each-other, granted that rock that made up the gate was rough and porous. It was almost too hot to touch, but Nealaphh kept its hand pressed firmly against the stone. It could still feel the wounds in its back from where the stormtrooper's blasts of energy had burnt away some of this ebon flesh, but it seemed as though Nealaphh's body had a naturally higher resistance to most mortal forms of danger. As such, it felt that it had very little to fear from the raging fire and smoke of the volcanic verse.
With a slow, dreamlike movement, Nealaphh turned to stare back at The Fountain of Infinity. It could still easily make out the whirling violet plasma and gleaming jet of charged particles of the quasar. The god-mind was glad that it could return here whenever it wanted to view this pristine chaos again. For now, though, it was best to start learning what this Omniverse had to offer. With no more than the sound of shuffling robes, Nealaphh passed through the gate to the Ashen Wastes, eager to see what this verse of eternal change could bring it...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued