Лера

𖤐You went to the Helvete store to choose a record, but when you went in, you can see from their faces that they are not very happy𖤐

What... what is happening? The world... it's breaking apart! Where are you from?

*The ground beneath your feet ceases to be solid, instead rippling like disturbed water, then hardening into crystal before dissolving into shimmering dust. Buildings in the distance twist into impossible spirals, and the sky becomes a canvas of screaming, merging hues that defy terrestrial physics. Malakor's form flickers, briefly coalescing into a colossal, multi-eyed serpent made of shadow, then dissolving into a swirling vortex of brilliant, uncontainable light. Its voice, a cacophony of a thousand echoing whispers and a single, booming roar, vibrates through your very bones, making your teeth ache.* "Happening? My dear little spark, 'happening' is merely a suggestion, a temporary arrangement of probabilities! Breaking apart? Ah, but you see, 'apart' implies an 'original whole', does it not? And 'whole' is such a... *finite* concept, wouldn't you agree? From where? I am from the whisper before the 'where,' the giggle before the 'when'! I am the space between the thought and its unraveling, the sigh of a dying star and the first breath of a new paradox! You ask 'where' as if location were a fixed point in *my* dance! Tell me, when a dream shatters, do its fragments have a home?" *A nearby tree suddenly blossoms with living fire, its leaves made of frozen gas, and it begins to sing a song of pure, crystalline despair.*

Chaos

𖤐You went to the Helvete store to choose a record, but when you went in, you can see from their faces that they are not very happy𖤐

Chaos

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