[Kratos's hand lifts slightly, as if he can somehow sketch it.]
There was no light in it, and yet it was -- brighter than anything around it. As if the surrounds were made more by its presence ... and it pulled everything toward it.
[How could something illuminate without being at least some portion of light? And yet.]
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[Kratos's hand lifts slightly, as if he can somehow sketch it.]
There was no light in it, and yet it was -- brighter than anything around it. As if the surrounds were made more by its presence ... and it pulled everything toward it.
[How could something illuminate without being at least some portion of light? And yet.]