(A/N : And here is the next chapter. I tried my best to release this earlier, but the fact that I was sick didn't help much, so here we are.
Also, I don't know if you guys noticed, but I'm trying out a new writing style for this fanfic. I realized that writing this way suits me way better while writing my other fanfic)
(3rd Person Perspective)
A silent abyss expanded into the horizon
A blinding abyss; Encroaching a space of seemingly infinite proportions
A repulsive and dark energy was filling the space to the brim
The energy had been amassed in such quantity, that it could not keep fitting into the infinite space any longer
Hence the reason for it's abnormally high density; Purity; Quality
The lawless compression of the imaginary collapse
The energy of a foul nature, beaming with unorder and pure chaos; destruction itself; seemed to make itself at home in this space of truly infinite proportions
The energy that would normally test itself to the limits, trying to collapse space and time, was being passive. Peaceful. Quiet
Obedient
Suddenly, within a minimality of a moment counted in Planck time, the destructive energy parted in two places, causing the surroundings to consist of even more dense and compressed collapse of the imaginary
And in the places where the energy whose border is imagination itself parted, the manifestation of two figures was obvious to no one but the figures themselves, as a space of this nature is unobservable, unsurvivable, and unreplicatable, by anyone other than the owners and creators of this incoherent yet unified mess of spatiotemporal elements
Luminescent platinum hair, adorning a hue of the sky itself, along with a few strands of apocalyptic purple standing out within the dense and long locks that the figures adorned. It stood out within the blinding expanse that is the space whose foundation is imagination. Perhaps the space itself was bending to make way for the two beings of paraconceptuality
Both figures stood out like brush strokes on a white canvas. They seemed to not fit in the space, yet something else caused an observer to subconsciously void that thought
What would that be? One might ask
The answer is simple. Very much so. As a being that is alive or unalive could be able to tell. A being that is incomparably weak or incomparably strong would both be able to tell
Crimson red eyes, filled to the brim with knowledge of all, adorning the symbols of incomprehensible text; No meaning scribbled into them, since the core of divine knowledge needs not meaning, but omniscience; A power of the mind only privy to the theosophy core
In the eyes filled with crimson red, gold reflected
A gold so divine, dark, holy and unholy
A representation of a being's hyperconceptual nature. A mix of ideas and forms not meant to be
A gold which seemed to peer through everything, whether that be the fabric of the spatiotemporal foundation of existence, or a soul adorning being of undefined caliber
The vision of the peak of existence and inexistence
A sea of abyssal gold. A sight bearing the element of conclusion
Of the end
Such eyes pierced through the mask that oh so desperately tried to conceal them
The golden eyed figure's androgynous appearance was seemingly overshadowed by their eye's retina frying radiance
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