So I fled, running through the formless world of darkness and flickering worlds. The path dimmed, diverging countless times around visions so strange my mortal mind couldn't interpret them. They were realms and realities that held no concrete form nor purpose. There was nothing to see, but I could still feel them, expressions of primal existence. Fear, glory, communion, death. Everything that could be experienced, distilled into the purest concepts. It didn't make sense. None of this did.
As I stumbled through the chaos, I became aware of a being, a force, observing me. It was far away, but the weight of its presence was heavier than a ninth-level aura. Maybe even stronger than Magic's.
Fate seemed to notice, and stilled around me, holding its breath like how the forest quiets when danger stalks beneath the branches. The presence didn't move closer, nor did I feel more than idle curiosity from it. It just...watched. And then it withdrew.
