[ Ukoku watches intently, following the white spot in the darkness for all of the few seconds it's visible. It's undeniably a space, not an illusion, and the basic laws of physics seem to apply—or at least the dove flew out of the small visible area instead of being instantly annihilated.
He gets to his feet, without preamble, and hops over the edge of the pool. The darkness swallows him just as it did the dove.
His hand splashes back out of the water, beckoning Tsuzuki.
The space under the pool is pitch black. There are no walls, no ground, no sky, no features visible anywhere; only the hole above provides light, and even Ukoku, a foot below it, is shadowed and obscure. The ground, such as it is, is strange and soundless, like solid air.
The energy of conscious things echoes here, everywhere. ]
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He gets to his feet, without preamble, and hops over the edge of the pool. The darkness swallows him just as it did the dove.
His hand splashes back out of the water, beckoning Tsuzuki.
The space under the pool is pitch black. There are no walls, no ground, no sky, no features visible anywhere; only the hole above provides light, and even Ukoku, a foot below it, is shadowed and obscure. The ground, such as it is, is strange and soundless, like solid air.
The energy of conscious things echoes here, everywhere. ]