
The Arena.
That simple phrase summed up what Sora was feeling. The dark haired researcher closed her eyes and imagined it filled with her guests..
"Heh heh heh... more like my contestants....."
Smirking her knowing grin, the mysterious Researcher flicked her long silky indigo hair over her shoulder. Her black shoes rang hollow against the unknown mineral ground.
A gentle caress, a lingering touch.
Sora's gloved hands touched the smooth walls in the dim lightened hall. She stood, pausing as if she could feel the life force beating against her palm. Or life forces persay...
"Soon my friends.. soon... I apologize for asking you of this but you know me.....heh"
The footsteps continued down the halls, her fingertips barely kissing the wallas as she let them dragged against the surface in a feather like touch.
Was it possible? It seemed that the deeper one walked down the hall.. the darker it got... not as if your closed in. Oh no no no.
It was as if you were walking into.. hmm.. into....
Oblivion.
Space.
Eternity.
Infinite Time.
You might feel as if the very particles of your being would just.... scatter in such dark enormity. You didn't feel at all repressed. Quite the opposite.
"Ahh...... the ultimate freedom in itself is a binding curse... isn't it my friends..?"
A vibranting hum could be distinctly heard as the spirits rumbled thier agreement.