Hutchi-sama

(December) “The Fundament is very large. We are the smallest things in it. If you don’t understand something, it will probably kill you.”

Eris burrowed straight into the Court.

She emerged in the blue-black splendor of the Ascendant Plane. Spheres of Taken energy seethed in the sky like strange planets. Wind blew from nowhere, the frozen exhalation of some beast that was also the stone floor and the stalagmite-studded ceiling. Savathûn’s foyer was a beautiful, marbled dark place, and even more so this her throne room. Reflective runes shone iridescent on the floor. The throne itself waited in front of her, black spires and slick angles, but the Witch-Queen had left it empty. Eris would have to chase her up the wide steps that spiraled into the ceiling.

That void architecture. Either horizontal as the taiga, or vertical as a blue Guardian’s first hazing commute.

Me entering rem sleep:

Anyone in the mood for a derping ferret?