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As everyone had continued - some preparing to delve deeper into the cavernous abyss, some wary of a strange man, and some preparing to destroy the lair of a goblin - an inexplicable feeling washed over them. At first, it was subtle. A slight tingle at the nape of the neck. It quickly turned from a slight feeling to overwhelming. A coarse case of dread - as if the world was going to end at this very moment. Suddenly, it felt as though one's soul was being torn from existence. In this pain, it was nigh impossible to move.

Vision began to shift - the world seemed to invert in color, but still remained the same. Every source of light became dark and dark became bright. It was impossible to focus one's eyes - the world seemed to rapidly change. In a brief moment of lucidity, one could see themselves - their body continuing to move and act as though what they were seeing was merely a hallucination.

However, that was not the case. 

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As a creeping darkness seemed to wash over one's vision, a bright static seemed to fill the world. Suddenly, the pain stopped. Rather, there was no more feeling. It felt as though one's body was ethereal - a dream. Difficult to move, as if submerged in water.

This lucidity brought forth vision - whatever one had been doing was gone. This was no longer Alma. This was something else. The sky was a deep purple, a large white crack flowing through the middle. There was no sun, nor was there a moon. Despite this, a bright lite seemed to radiate on the land.

It was difficult to see. The ground was a fine white silt - the grains being infinitesimally small - that seemed to whip around the air as though it was blown by wind, only to fly back in the opposite direction seconds later. There was no wind. At least, nothing you could feel. Whatever the case was, the constant motion was unsettling, as though whatever this was - was alive.

Following the land, there seemed to be ruins everywhere. Long buried, the head of a familiar statue - Sirris. Beside it, a figure, constantly praying to the submerged relic. Opposite to whatever that being was a deep tower, seeming impervious to the ground. While one could see the bottom, the top seemed to be infinite - reaching deep into the purple sky.

However, despite the dreamlike feel of this world, a subtle hint to the world came to fruition - the ground seemed to constantly shake. A low hymn. The silt constantly moved, causing one's feet to slowly sink in. It would be for the best if everyone kept moving, lest they get swallowed by the silt.