Pixellated Dreams

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. It came before Otem even had a chance to answer the mare. Biting her lip as the world seems to grow a few shades darker, the autumn-coloured mare watched with equal parts trepidation and annoyance as the Rift thing came and did whatever it wanted to this newcomer. Otem didn't bother yelling after it, she knew it was no use. It had never answered questions or stuck around long enough to make Otem think that it could be reasoned with. It had a job, and it was here to do it. Nothing else. "It's going to be okay-" Otem said reassuringly, stepping forward once the darkness seemed to recede. "That happens to everyone who comes through. It ... There's something that lives in this place, and anyone who comes through the portal it ... sometimes it takes things, or magic, or corrupts them. Almost like payment for entering into this world." Otem's slender shoulders rose and fell; she didn't really have any more information to offer. "But once it comes, it goes away and does return. You're safe now. Do you feel different?" Realizing she was spewing questions without having answered any which were asked of her, Otem paused and took a breath. "My name is Otem. Welcome to the Rift."

_{art by Chloe!}