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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[bluetilator]

Interesting.

[say_thee_nay]

[That was weird... And you are strangely familiar.]

Think'st thou so?

[bluetilator]

It fractured and healed itself so quickly. So long I have long to see such things again.

[say_thee_nay]

Then thou hast seen its like before.

[bluetilator]

I could once do things as glorious before my power was stolen from me. The material of all things is flexible, but even things that bend will break if pressed with sharp fingers.

[say_thee_nay]

Piercing the veil between Realms is not in itself difficult... But that? That was no mere parting of the ways.

[bluetilator]

The universe if flimsy. So much power here, pushing at its edges. I do not feel fear at this.

[say_thee_nay]

Nay? Not e'en--by thine own admission--reduced as thou art here and now?

[bluetilator]

It will be glorious or it will be meaningless. I will not run from challenge.

[say_thee_nay]

A valiant sentiment... Some might say foolish--but yet valiant.

[bluetilator]

I have existed for millennia. What is one rip in the universe to that?

[say_thee_nay]

Much, if 'tis the one that ends thy millennia of existence.

[bluetilator]

All things end.

[say_thee_nay]

...

So 'tis said.