Thread:TheLastHappyPotato/@comment-35195751-20190621011914/@comment-28692716-20191108014516

And so, the two of you strike! That same anti-feeling come up, but is soon interrupted when the glass shatters. Standing back, you see the image originally presented on the window fall apart, as though it were merely a painting. And in the cracks, you can see utter nothingness filling the sky. Not the blackness of night, the sheer lack of anything there.

The window givesway more and more, and more and more of the lack of sky is revealed. The widow's completely gone, leaving a sheer nothing of a sky in your view. Just looking at it caused a chill to run up your spine, and you could feel that nothingness beckon you towards it.