298 Whispers in the Dark

There was no sense of nausea this time. Li knew where to go. How it felt to commune with an other that was still him. Seemed like a contradiction, that, and if he had to try and explain it out, he knew he could not. 

All he could say was that it felt natural. 

Darkness clouded his vision, and that darkness began to flicker and start warping, like space twisting and turning and tearing.

Then the darkness faded away, revealing water tinted in various shades of gray, the dull light of a grayscale sun shining neutral rays through the depths of shimmering, color muted water. 

And spending an instant here, he knew he now had the power to close the rift. He did not have to go through the hoops of talking with his embodied other this time, though he doubted it would be the last he would see of it. Perhaps it was because closing the rift was a relatively trivial matter