The Omniplanar Isles

The Primordial Inksea From Which All Creation Blossoms

When I escaped, taking the "vinped" they were planning on using as a tool against me for my own salvation, I dove into the Mercurial Gateway, as they were calling it. And when I broke through, I found myself burried deep in an inky black sea, a strange sensation as suddenly the vinped became an extension of myself, and even more suddenly, feeling the staticky ink roll and crash over every inch of my new body. I flailed, unused to the sudden bipedalism, and I could feel the madness of the seas coil tightly around me tighter with each passing moment. The pressure broke, and I was "kindly" ejected upwards and into a strange, wartorn landscape, with only a pillar of crawling wood -I call it, for I know nothing else to match the description of it- standing above two stone-carved sentinels that without moving, appeared to notice me. I can only imagine how long they'd been alone there, as their idle chatter turned quickly into excitted beckoning as I bobbed aimlessly within the ocean off their coast.

When I was finished at the Stonefields, when the great Deroga, Tikon, had granted me its boon, I dove back into the sea. I swam down, deeper, yet deeper, as the darkness became all consuming and every one of my senses began to ache under the pressure. The irridescent, almost slimy substance clung to me, seeping deeper into the very fabric of my soul as the depth increased and increased, light from the surface fading further and further away. Each miniscule movement became more and more difficult as the ink grew more viscous the further down I went, yet still I pressed further. A memory of the vinped I stole from the human facility presented me with the image of sandy beaches, gradually tapering downward into a night-dark abyss, yet the ocean I found myself in seemed to hardly even have a shore. Something had to be at the bottom, and curiousity overtook me.

Then I saw a new light.

With renewed vigor, I swam further and further down, hardly noticing then how the sea became easier to traverse, how the flow of the chaotic tides seemed to carry me to my goal.

On the other side, I saw a blank canvas, and two lakes sitting in the endless range of, at the time, nothingness. The sheer emptiness was overwhelming. I couldn't begin to tell you how long I laid there, frozen amongst the void.

And within that canvas, a stray thought took form, and a new lake bubbled up from within the nothing.

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