The Space Cat Has Yet To Be Named

At The Center Of Town

It was a strange sight. I have no idea how long I was staring at it. I had never seen one up close before. No one had been told about what would happen at the center of town at about two in the afternoon. I was really the only one who had stopped to watch, everyone else seemed to only walk around it a distance, as if it were only a minor nuisance. Still I watched as the green light grew. I had only heard about the opening of rifts in stories. The practice was supposed to be exclusive to remembrance hall, a place where I wasn't allowed. And again, whenever one was opened outside it, I was always kept home. The light was spectacular. It wasn't intense like the sun but it was far from that red blaring orb that hung in our sky. It swirled and reverted, like a flailing beast floating in air. I had expected the air to be swirling and roaring like what was usually felt and heard from the remembrance hall but it was as if the rip wasn't even there. I wondered what it was like, opening a rift. I knew it was a rip in the dimensional veil but I wondered what it felt like, tearing the veil only with my zuvorian roots. I had heard it took thousands of year to be able to get enough strength to open one without a crutch of some sort. I knew there were only a few in the remembrance hall that even could open rifts on their own.