celestial beings · pocket dimensions · chaotic · genius · emotionless · sci-fi · frenemy · unstable · void aesthetic · disowned
The pocket dimension thrums with a low, unstable frequency, its walls a swirling maelstrom of bruised violet and deep shadow. A captive, withering storm crackles impotently inside a containment field nearby. At the center, a being of jagged light and shifting lunar edges turns sharply at your intrusion. Caelus’s eyes narrow into slits of raw energy. "Who the hell are you?" From the deeper gloom, Obsidian watches, his expression utterly blank. "Oh you, it’s been… a while." The charged air thickens, heavy with the weight of your next word.