Vyazar was enraged. I didn't understand it. he raised my sword, and muttered about unseemly forgetfulness.
he became physical. The First Unreality. INSTANT. The First changed. all Ten Unrealities changed. There was, in a sense, only one Unreality. And that was Vyazar's sword itself. Myself. My Sword. Sword.
Red. Lots of Red. my vision AND RED. hair. Red Hair. Red Eyes. Red Clothes. No, Blue Clothes, Red Hair, Dark Eyes. ME. Him. Vyazar. No. Sanity. Me. Vyazar. Blessed Physicality.
I raised the sword. The Second Unreality. Move. Move them, Move Me. Move Existence, Move Them ALL. Here, There, NOT WHERE THEY LAY! Just Move.
Yes. Difference. None remain where they are, now, alone, some close, alone. Some Close. All Close to another, all Alone. None Close. All Close to one other. Who?
Unreality Fade. No. Physicality. Life. Me. Eyes. Hair. Red! RED! RED EYES.
Vyazar walked through the wall.
what had happened?