by Prometheus X
Tesseract 83470a:
A dimensional ripple resonated briefly.
55435: "Hey! What the hell was that?"
55832: "Let me guess. You just became a small frog."
55435: "No... no, something... someone just passed through here!"
55832: "Impossible! This is folded space... you can't pass through folded space!"
55435: "Then what the hell was that ripple? And that... apparition that whizzed by?"
55832: "Apparition? Sounds like someone locked or linked with our spacial symmetry for a few seconds."
55435: "How... what would do that?"
55832: "I don't know. If it was someone... the power to transverse the universal-dimensional plane at near right angles... it's incalculable. He... IT... would have to have entered the axis of a chronal event horizon at a zero-degree influx. No being could wield that type of control over the boundaries of existence!"
55435, drooling, said: "Um... My cat has fur?"
55832: "Oh, shut up..."
Night time, Tibet:
The moon's glow was briefly interrupted by a pale blueish hue. Monks in a nearby monastery peered into the moonlit horizon. There, on a snow-covered ledge, a stranger stood.
The light drizzle of snow began to ignite around him like ashen embers of a campfire, flaring briefly, then dying out. One such burning flake landed on his open hand and continued to burn and resonate with the aura of the strangers' heartbeat. He looked at the glowing ember and breathed a deep sigh, like the sound of metallic leaves rustling in the wind.
Prometheus X: "Not again..."