The endless void was beginning to crumble. The otherworldly sight and beings were nothing but silhouettes and shadows and her vision was starting to play tricks on her. Everything was spinning. And it felt like her head was splitting in two.
“I. Can’t… breathe…” Hyacinth managed to speak up, head hand forcing its way up to her neck — wanting and needing to remove something that seemed to be blocking the air out of her lungs.
Like a tightrope was mercilessly tied around her neck.
She was sliding out of reality. The curves and angles begin to slip and slide out of alignment in defiance of all the laws of physics.
Hyacinth hears Taurus bark out a curse and words, even as everything begins to fade to grey.
They’re being dragged into a dark, depthless and endless vortex. Then a flash of
