| Fred, Astra, and Velus found themselves being carried into the black
void. For Fred, Astra, and Velus had stepped into a new universe or Multiverse,
much like Fred's own, that was being formed...
A void. Blackness. Nothing. That's what this is. A story without form. Until now... This story starts out very simple. It starts with nothing. In the beginning, there was nothing, a black void out of which anything was possible. Slowly, the void began to take shape. Images danced, barely out of site, in the corner of the eye. A small hum of noise grew. The nature of the noise couldn't be determined. Anything was possible. The images grew stronger. They were constantly shifting, as if they couldn't decide what eventual form they would be. Eventually, the sounds seemed to match up with the images. Possibilities were excluded. Options were discarded. The images and sound slowly began to take on one, non-changing form. The form couldn't be identified at first. It was blurry, as if out of focus. The form slowly became clearer. The form was that of a person. Where there was nothing moments before, there was a person now. That person is...
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