EVERYTHING HAPPENED in the breath that bore the final word of the Somsaraa.
The Vicha’s veins surged across the crater. Just before they reached Yves, the silvered beak of the Jabarrah transformed, extending over Yves’ arm and over the curse mark on his shoulder, intercepting the Vicha’s initial touch. In that fleeting fraction of time where the Vicha bore into the physical remnants and Rothar of the Jabarrah but had not yet reached Yves, the ethereal mirror initiated a cataclysmic shift.
The portal entwined all entities tethered to Yves. Though their individual wills persisted, Yves and the Jabarrah were one entity. With that, the curse became bound to Yves the moment it consumed the familiar, even without direct contact. In an ethereal blink, they vanished from the dual reality — Yves, the Jabarrah, and the rotten mass of a curse that had ensnared itself into the expansive dome, a mirror crafted to shift a mountain.
Happy New Year!
Dear travellers,
I hope this year will bring you another chapter in your life filled with fantastic tales, experiences shared with loved ones, and moments of solace.
This tale, for what it is worth, will present you with two new characters next Sunday!
Speaking of the story to come:
Formatting the Abstract Artistic Abhorrences of mine which you will ever so often find amongst these pages is a friendly female dog. Kindly note that such pages are best displayed in full-screen desktop view, though I did my best to alter the formatting for mobile phone use. However, when using a small screen and encountering something abstract that just appears too random for its own good, you might be interested to double-check using a larger screen.
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