"The world is so very vast and we are so very small."
For a brief moment after opening their eyes, Eve was convinced they'd once more come to stand before the chained god beneath her hooves given the white mist flowing forth. But rather than a vast expanse of clouds and chains interspersed with crosses standing right-side up and flipped, their hooves rested upon a simple stone circle still flashing with power while shadowed stars loomed in the distance.
They stood quickly, not liking being caught so off-balance and immediately coming eye to eyes with a strange, white cloaked figure.
They blinked in belated confusion at the off-centered eyes, one large than the other placed in a seemingly diagonal fashion with smaller, simpler eyes blinking from the void of their hood. It had no discernible features that Eve could see, the hood merely containing a darkness that they typically associated with the inky color of a new-moon sky. Such a thought seemed further confirmed when the rippling cloak gave the briefest of glimpses to a twinkling red star that was covered once more.
"So thou art the creature causing this world to ripple and warp," the unknown being uttered, and Eve shivered. Its voice felt not unlike the power of the Red Crown, whispering into her mind just loud enough to be distinguishable from their head's passing thoughts. The crown's own whisper had become... softer, quieter. Almost as quiet as their own mind usually was, faint and fading - easily ignored. "It has been an age since I have made the acquaintance of a new sort of idol..."
A whisper, a murmur - the crown atop her own head seemed alarmed but muffled, suffocated in the presence of the floating being even as it tried to break through whatever spell had been placed upon it.
It bears no crown but it seems as power as one who does, Eve thought, the hint of wariness threading through their veins abruptly increasing tenfold even as intrigue filled them. Was it possible? Was it possible for one to have such immense power, otherworldly and gossamery within the folds of their own muscles, hidden away in their own veins?
Could I achieve this, without needing to borrow from the Crimson Eye?
"Continue in this fashion and we shall meet again," it intoned over the rising panicked voice of the crown, drawing Eve back to the present. The crowns could panic? Perhaps Eve should also be panicking, based on the warm, tingling feeling brushing against exposed skin of her arms even tucked beneath the red of their fleece while the sky began to warp around them."If not, be thankful for our meeting now."
Run! Escape!
The power of the red crown activated though Eve doesn't think it was through the crown's own will. All the same, the red light consumed her as the mysterious being watched ominously as she vanished.
