[@Memory][@Interface 2][@The Odeoron][@Threads of Fate]

[color=0054a6][i]*Throughout all the chaos, and incessant pressure to break this entire dimension apart, a massive, gaping crack opens up in the distant, like a bleeding gauge in the flesh of a demon, oozing ichor, and what looks like starry skied looking transcendent liquid, as deep within it, Prism, you seem to hear the bored groans of a Misty that seems to be able to speak in there, but are not entirely sure whether this is real or not, but from the echoing conversations you gather she's been there working as a secretary of sorts for far longer than any sane person could like*[/i][/color]