Reality Check

First there is wind, then great sheets of rain. Suddenly, a terrible maelstrom has arisen. An abrupt change to such a powerful storm laughs in defiance at natural law. Directly before you, in the center of the storm, reality itself begins to twist and writhe. With a great heave it buckles, and then tears. Barely comprehending, you stand transfixed as it begins to fray like a seam. Intricate glowing lines of power appear, only to fall apart, giving way to great, swirling eddies of chaos. Again, reality folds and buckles, and the churning chaos gives way as the tear both widens and deepens. There, past the fraying pattern of lights, beyond the unfettered chaos, is nothing. A great abyss that grows with the twisting and bending of the real, only to itself, buckle, and tear before it gives way. And as it gives way, you see…What Lies Beneath …and a piece of you dies. Something so small you cannot explain; a few molecules perhaps, a bit of your sanity, the tiniest piece of your soul, something so insubstantial that you can’t pin a name to it, but it is gone.

The storm fades even more abruptly than it appeared. The tear, the folding and twisting have all vanished as well, leaving no sign of the break. The only proof that anything happened at all is the evidence left by the storm...and the hole in your being.