It had been said by a number of ancient sources that the Interdimensional Sea was a place where all worlds and planes of existence connected. It bore many names and many designs, because it was not considered to be a finite place. Space and time were turned on their heads in the Interdimensional Sea, because it seemed to follow no rules but its own. A number of people had learned to harness its qualities, granting them incredible space-time powers, and the ability to travel vast distances in space in a mere matter of seconds. Some knew the Interdimensional Sea as the Void, some knew it as the World of Dreams, some called it the plane of Otherness, some labelled it as the Wellspring of Magic, some knew it as the Place at the End of all Things, and they were all correct, and at the same time, they were not very accurate, for the Interdimensional Sea encompassed everything, in ways which the understanding of mortals could not even begin to dare to grasp. And it was this infinite nature of the Interdimensional Sea that made it possible for someone to create channels through the Void without having said channels hijacked by another entity, unless said entity was a master of the form of travel that its target was using to traverse the Interdimensional Sea. Because even though the ancients believed that the Interdimensional Sea engulfed and connected all things, individual travelers through the Sea were in dimensions all their own, and many of these travelers were masters of the dimensions through which they performed their fare, and yet none was truly lord of the Void. The Interdimensional Sea served everything, and served nothing. As a matter of fact, many of the ancients believed that the Interdimensional Sea was everything and nothing. One’s experience in the Void could be incredibly different from that of another, and this was why someone would travel through the Interdimensional Sea and reemerge on the physical plane smelling of brimstone, and yet another would travel through the same void, without having any physical evidence that they had just completed an incredibly long journey. Others still, when traveling through the Interdimensional Sea, would experience a particular sensation at a particular time, and yet a much different one if they traveled through the Interdimensional Sea at another time, or in another fashion. And of such people, the Pergrandian woman known to many as Nita Fortune could claim association.
Among those who believed the Interdimensional Sea was synonymous with the World of Dreams, there were many who opined that during sleep, one’s mind bled out of their body, and got lost in the Interdimensional Sea, encountering the many denizens that called the place home. Encounters with dangerous and frightening entities were referred to as nightmares, and what saved a person from such nightmares was the subconscious ability of the mind to return to its physical frame, for the soul served as a mooring rope that anchored the mind to the body. If this mooring rope was snapped, then the mind got lost and drifted forever in the Interdimensional Sea, or ended up being the food of horrors of unspeakable attributes, or was harvested by the gods to which it had pledged devotion. In any case, the result of this was death, and its victim was said to have died in their sleep; a death many desired to die, perhaps because they did not realize the full details of what had caused such a demise. For those who had, while in the Interdimensional Sea, experienced divine occasions of such beauty that their mind willingly severed the anchor of the soul, so as to more fully and permanently experience these wonders, yes, such death was enviable. But this was not always the case. There were some who had experienced quite the opposite: a terrible amount of trauma to the mind in the Interdimensional Sea could cause the one who had experienced it to suffer a recoil so drastic that the life force of such a person degenerated into nothingness while trying to resist the experience of such a horror, or escape it. And once the life force, which is the primary constituent of the soul, has been depleted completely, the mooring rope that tethers the mind to the body is gone, and the mind and the body become complete strangers from that point on, unless by some miraculous feat, a new mooring rope can be used to reattach the mind to the body, or in a most horrible case, a foreign mind, with its own mooring rope, finds the empty body, and makes a home in the vacant shell. This is one of the many theories that have been set forward to attempt to explain the nature and mechanisms of possession. In some more fortunate cases of possession, (these cases are only fortunate because there is still hope that such problems can be rectified), a stranger from the Interdimensional Sea may invade a mind, if a doorway has somehow been provided for it to travel from the Interdimensional Sea into a living body (some strangers latch on to a mind as it returns to its body, thus joyriding their way into a living host), and such a stranger will force the original owner of the physical body into a mental prison, while the stranger uses the body for whatever purposes it desires. This scenario seemed to be the most likely explanation for what Nita fortune presently faced, except that, to her personal consternation, this situation seemed more like some idiots had decided, of their own free wills, to allow extraplanar foreigners from the more eldritch patches of the World of Dreams, to infest their bodies, although to what purpose this had been done, the Luminous Rose mage could only venture guesses. In any case, what this meant was that dangerous raving lunatics were roaming the streets of Crocus at night, and kidnapping people, who were never heard of again. In some cases, sloppy attempts at kidnapping allowed potential victims to escape, and it was from the mouths of these victims that Nita had been able to acquire important clues that helped her piece the nature of the present menace in Fiore’s capital. Needless to say, for all the sloppiness of these lunatics, they seemed to be quite adept at evading the authorities, and they tended to target the seedier members of Crocus’ underbelly, seeing as every large city had its own share of the undesirables. If a few beggars and street roughs got missing, nobody would really complain, and the times security forces had been alerted to the threat, it only seemed like some silly minor gang retaliation occurrence, which did not disturb the ‘more important’ members of society, and thus was mostly left ignored. However, a noble with a precarious position in Fiore’s court had had a relative disappear under shady circumstances, and the scandalous nature of this disappearance had elicited him to seek help privately, without informing the authorities, as his political enemies would be quick to vilify him, should they catch wind of his situation. It was for this reason that Nita had come to Crocus for the first time in her life, to work as a private detective of sorts. And she was not going to do this alone. Having arrived earlier than the stipulated time for the rendezvous, the Pergrandian sat at a table in an out-of-the-way café, waiting for her partner and client to arrive.
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