AmandaFarbe

For what seemed like an eternity, Karkat only saw black. He was okay with it, though. It wasn't a terrifying darkness, like the Outer Ring, where the Horrorterrors dwelled. It was more of a soothing, calm darkness, like a pleasant sleep in a cozy recuperacoon. But, unlike that, there was also the constant feeling of anticipation. Like any moment he would be broken out of that quiescent darkness and be expected to fight and win. And then, as suddenly as he was anticipating, the sphere of darkness was broken, ripped in two by a wave of bright light, and he was thrust back into the world once more. Wings caught stagnant air; a hardened beak sn