The Terminus of Tranquility
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"...the object which is at once everything and nothing. In constant flux..."
(Humming) A shifting object floats inches above a simple pedestal.
There is nothing constant in this object - maybe except eternal flux. The shape changes all the time, and what appeared as a bursting cube of light just then turns into a terrifying gap in reality, threatening to devour everything. But no, behold the beauty, the faintest dreams drifting about... It is to no avail, there can be no peace. There is nothing to rely on.
Commune Bonus: dr +15