Bina clamps down on her hand, cutting off the light.
Without unlight, and with a sound like two iceburg-sized pieces of glass crashing into each other, the world comes back together again, but… wrong.
Bina's ears pop as the temperature drops forty degrees in less then a second.
Seams sigzag everywhere, perspective cracks where things stop lining up properly.
Above her, the top half of the smokestack vanishes with a tearing rushing noise and a rain of gravel.
Bina: Grab the glove without revealing anymore unlight. Probably good idea to run too, assuming your knees can take it.
Bina starts to run.
Without unlight, and with a sound like two iceburg-sized pieces of glass crashing into each other, the world comes back together again, but… wrong.
Bina's ears pop as the temperature drops forty degrees in less then a second.
Seams sigzag everywhere, perspective cracks where things stop lining up properly.
Above her, the top half of the smokestack vanishes with a tearing rushing noise and a rain of gravel.
Bina: Grab the glove without revealing anymore unlight. Probably good idea to run too, assuming your knees can take it.
Bina starts to run.