strange post

The floorboards creaked as if feet walked upon it, yet no one was there. That could be one of two things, either the house on Bleeker street needed a makeover asap or the magical ley lines that crossed underneath the Sanctorum made the house 'breathe'. One or the other. Strange was unfazed by the noises, or the light trickling down the stained glass shaped like the artifact the sorcerer worn around his neck. The eye of Agamotto was glowing an eerie red, pulsing at the same rate as a heartbeat. The powerful item was Strange's exit in case he got lost as his body remained in the real world, but his mind, his soul was afloat in a timeless void of light and color, a human mind was incapable of processing the great beyond so there was virtually no way Strange could see what those forms and colors represented unless he gathered the necessary insight on i

t before releasing the soul from his body. The amulet would shine a light forward as he walked through fields of light. Strange's meditation sessions were often letting his soul wander where it's needed so it can see what it needs to see, all within the greater design. Seldom he would astral project with intent, most of those times were to reach faraway places across the globe so he could warn others about impending doom. As Strange walked down the path he could feel his silhouette changing, morphing to better suit the ambient's physics (if there were any). It didn't cause any pain, mostly mild discomfort. This place was all too familiar, yet completely foreign to the mage as he just pressed onward, following the light of his most trusted artifact. Perhaps because of the manner in which this plane behaved, or because of a distraction caused by outside

interference Dr Strange failed to notice that all color and light was slowly being snuffed out from around him, the path behind him was now complete darkness and the path ahead looked just as uninviting. Stopping meant that he feared the unknown, but as the sorcerer supreme his prime directive was to face it with his head high. Time was relative inside outside of the body, perhaps what it felt like hours here managed to only be a few moments in the real world. It was always tricky to gauge just how long he walked down this long, winding road that lead nowhere with little fatigue or hunger. In the infinite darkness, the eye of Agamatto was the only source of light at this point, the only way he could see the narrow path he followed. At this point dread started to sink in, the feeling that he was not alone in the dark, that a pair of eyes glared at him.

Could that be a tentacle at the edge of his vision? Perhaps, even if his heart pummeled against his chest, Strange had to carry on for the sake of the universe he was meant to protect. Time and space had no meaning at this point. He could be upside down, sideways, his body could be compressed or two dimensional. It didn't matter. He only needed to press 'forward', wherever that would be. Finally something coaxed him to stop. Voices? Whispers in the dark. They were gibberish, like someone trying to do a whisper sound bite and failing, but they caught his attention and warranted him to turn back. That's when his mind was flooded with images of fire. They burned his mind, his soul. It made Strange drop to his knees. He screamed. He needed to open his eyes, he needed to see what the message was even if it meant that he would be blinded. Images appeared in

the darkness, like shadows cast by a distant fire that reflected in the sky. A handshake, a laughter. Worlds shattering, lives lost. The ripples of magic pushing his body backwards. An unholy alliance formed. The heavens would burn in it's wake. Earth and his universe weren't the only targets... other planets, other universes, other earths. This was big. Whatever it was. The fire burned his soul further. The message had been delivered and now whatever was behind this needed a sacrifice. "Sorry - ah - friend. That won't be tonight." Strange reached out for eye and touched it, exploding in light and falling forwards in the real world. He was drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like his arms were wrapped in molten chains. To have the damage carry to the real world, this was some strong magic. He reached forward and starts opening up a portal.