by Narrator » Fri Feb 05, 2021 3:35 am
It's probably easy enough to convince Will and Sam's proverbial hand closes around his flickering light and she holds on, setting herself against a pull she can feel down to her guts. An almost primal surging. And through it she feels the force at the other end, reaching through the empty void from a place beyond. A place that defies scope and for one brief moment she catches a glimpse of everything. The sheer weight of it is too much for her mind to truly wrap itself around. Worlds overlaid on each other over and over and over and between them an intermingled web of endlessly repeating fractals of all kinds of shapes and sizes and all over she can see the tiny pinpricks of light where they make contact with reality. With people. Mostly people. And around those points of contact the fractals churn into eddies of patterns. And often they're the same across worlds, sometimes shifted, sometimes the currents cause dramatic breaks, but their still distinct outcroppings.
Finding her own is simple enough, the fractal tree with ravens perched and in a blink it's Cailleach's anemones on an abyssal vent but still the same.
Miriam's too is close, an impossible building, a seat of power, a place of kings and queens, tyrants or CEOs, aristocrats and priests.
And of course Will's. A tool, a building block, the answer to a request, an actor on a cosmic stage, a chameleon. And almost immediately Sam can tell that something is different. Will's pattern is riddled with sparks and from the right angle she can see how his connection to his spark has wound and entangled itself across realities. A tiny ephemeral strand wound around and through dimensions. She can even see the spot where Panopticon had wrenched open the exact spot Will's trajectory crossed their dimensional manifold to extract it's energy. But all the other intersections are active as well, picking up ideas and concepts and whole personality aspects from... where or what exactly.
For a moment she feels like she's at the edge of grasping an universal truth, some grand understanding of.... the Astral, Dimensions, how this enormous web of energy empowers them with these oh so very specific and abstract things, interprets them or is interpreted. But before it can resolve, the dream can be remembered, she can feel a presence surge up. Her own spark is suddenly grasped by something much larger, something that barely even has a shape anymore, only anger, jealousy and hate that stares at her with such intensity that she's physically thrown back against the wall and held by the sheer force of will of this... thing.