Fresh Spawn

A flash of luminescent lights fills the view of a certain soul. The soul is nothing but a speck in this vast realm of bright light. It looks down, not knowing why, but perhaps looking for something that it should have. Nothing.

The soul does not panic,it does not have any emotion, any feeling. All that it can do is see the yellow stars catapulting towards large masses of rock, and hear them upon impact break apart and form new landforms.

Suddenly, a bridge appears. A bridge made from the same light that surrounds this soul. It slowly appears, building itself by gathering the energy around it, consuming it to support its creation. The bridge widens, stretching to the point where it can touch these large land masses. They don't seem to affect it, as they pass through as if it doesn't even exist.

Then the bridge becomes longer, taking in even more energy than before, reaching far into the large expanse that this soul exists in. The lights around the bridge no longer shine as bright, as their energy has been consumed for the purpose of the creation of this bridge.

The bridge stops, feeling that it has taken enough energy to supplement itself. It does not want to take too much, for there is no need. Only take what is required to survive.

A large gate forms, placing itself right at the end of this bridge. The soul feels something from this gate, beckoning it to enter, urging it to walk down the bridge and pass through. A sound is heard.

"Come".

The soul begins to levitate towards the sound, it feels a strong pull coming towards it. It knows not why, but it feels the urge to follow this sound. Despite the length of this bridge, the soul moves at a rapid speed, closing in on the gate, moving at a speed akin to the yellow stars. As it gets closer, the pull weakens, the sound slowly fades away, and the soul loses speed. The urge to enter the gate loosens.

"Come".

The sound is heard again, which strengthens the pull, causing the soul to accelerate back to the speed of the yellow stars.

The sound fades away once again, this time for a longer period, which allows the soul to drift off course. The Soul begins to float away from the gate, levitating to the opposing direction of the gate.

"Come".

The Soul suddenly swivels around, and begins to accelerate once more towards the gate. As it nears the gate, the sound becomes louder, and louder, and louder, causing the floating wisp to move at an even greater speed. This time the sound does not fade away, the Soul is too close to the gate for the energy to dissipate, there is no going back or drifting off, only forward.

The soul begins to tear apart, seeping into the gate, this time losing both sight and hearing, and it slowly passes through.

The entity is met with darkness, nothing but darkness. It lingers for a while, doing nothing but simply just existing. Then the darkness disappears, and the soul floats down.

A blue rectangle appears.

[ Congratulations!, you have been summoned by this Dungeons master. ]

[You will be under the service of this master until this Dungeon is destroyed, which is highly unlikely!]

[ You will be spawned in a few moments, you are a fresh one, so I wish you good luck!]