"There is no such thing as the perfect first draft." Now when he speaks, a good chunk of years have been cut off; a young man in his prime, ready for the world. "If you stumble, do you not get back up? If countless lives depended on you, would you not work yourself to give them as they needed? Every life is a play with acts, this Wei Wuxian!"
Papers, scriptures, all methods of communication flutter up in a sudden gush around the group. The air itself becoming imprinted too with different manners of writing, of texts and imagery.
They fade as the voice goes on. "What is a play? What is truth? What do I go by? When will I stop? Questions that hold no meaning to me. I listened to the plays of many, their lives mingling in the current that I was swept away in. Joy, love, death, sorrow, anger, pain. Yes, so many stories ended in that time, so many. But I will be the anomaly, soon, soon I will reverse. I will renew. I will bring back what's been taken, and let it be my masterpiece - a play that will not END BY THE ONES THAT DEVOURED IT."
They see with the entity's anger, the sky above them turn to darkness, where cube-like shapes lingering as if forming clouds. They're then torn apart into nothing, though their presence leaves with the group a sense of a brewing under the surface - a person who has become unsettled.
And the air around whispering, like the manics of a mad man, his voice multiple, all layered over one another:
'Things will be different', 'I will be the Chaos', 'I will change things', 'I will right the wrongs', 'My final act', 'Everlasting act', 'A world for all', 'Safety', 'Protect them', 'A new Diagad', 'Let me be Chaos to madness'...
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Papers, scriptures, all methods of communication flutter up in a sudden gush around the group. The air itself becoming imprinted too with different manners of writing, of texts and imagery.
They fade as the voice goes on. "What is a play? What is truth? What do I go by? When will I stop? Questions that hold no meaning to me. I listened to the plays of many, their lives mingling in the current that I was swept away in. Joy, love, death, sorrow, anger, pain. Yes, so many stories ended in that time, so many. But I will be the anomaly, soon, soon I will reverse. I will renew. I will bring back what's been taken, and let it be my masterpiece - a play that will not END BY THE ONES THAT DEVOURED IT."
They see with the entity's anger, the sky above them turn to darkness, where cube-like shapes lingering as if forming clouds. They're then torn apart into nothing, though their presence leaves with the group a sense of a brewing under the surface - a person who has become unsettled.
And the air around whispering, like the manics of a mad man, his voice multiple, all layered over one another:
'Things will be different', 'I will be the Chaos', 'I will change things', 'I will right the wrongs', 'My final act', 'Everlasting act', 'A world for all', 'Safety', 'Protect them', 'A new Diagad', 'Let me be Chaos to madness'...