Sigma exhales and focuses his eyes on a distant point. He imagines something simple: an apple, red and waxy. In his mind's eye, it slowly rotates. For a bit of embellishment, he imagines its peel unraveling in one long strip. He raises an index finger. "There."
While the placid image of the apple spins at the fore of his consciousness, his subconscious is a glittering nebula of memories, concepts, beliefs, sense of self and his real name: Siebren de Kuiper. Straightforward. However, if Mantis hazards a glance at the very back of Sigma's mind, a black, spherical void pulses and distorts the mental space around it.
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Sigma exhales and focuses his eyes on a distant point. He imagines something simple: an apple, red and waxy. In his mind's eye, it slowly rotates. For a bit of embellishment, he imagines its peel unraveling in one long strip. He raises an index finger. "There."
While the placid image of the apple spins at the fore of his consciousness, his subconscious is a glittering nebula of memories, concepts, beliefs, sense of self and his real name: Siebren de Kuiper. Straightforward. However, if Mantis hazards a glance at the very back of Sigma's mind, a black, spherical void pulses and distorts the mental space around it.
... Eh, probably nothing, right?