I like trying new things. If it works great. If not back to the drawing board to try again.
comfort has it's place, but when working towards cliffhangers you need to be able to experiment. You can get really cool scenes when you go outside your zone.
“I’ve been through hellish tests.” I bellowed as the world slowly morphed around us, with the consistency of slime, showing pieces of every test Magic put me through. It was about as coherent as an acid trip.
Darkness surrounded us. We glowed faintly as the blackness pulled away from us towards the sky. A clock face appeared in the sky before turning into rain. Black and golden doors replaced the raindrops slowly painting the world to match the floating island and stones from the tests. Beneath our feet were the crumbling stones I had to race across, as the pink clouds circled us. The Mirror of truth shot up from the endless void beneath us, showing my bones, before erupting in a pile of bugs that melted into a pool of whispering spirits. From their spiritual corneas came blue stoney vines. The vines slowly encased the two of us in a makeshift cavern. Between Lucifer and I, a fire appeared. The fire lunged at me, and I was powerless to stop it.
My skin began to charr and the pain from the intense heat surged through my arm before the taste of ambrosia colored my tongue. Blood shot from my mouth, pooling onto the floor. The blood gained a mind of its own. Every surface was quickly covered, as my arm healed. Then the blood stopped moving. Suddenly vanishing, the Ocean of Dreams was revealed beneath the blood with Magic sitting on a throne of ice. The silence weighed heavily under her judgmental gaze.
“Your thoughts are chaotic to say the least,” Lucifer commented and for some reason it got under my skin.
“I’m not perfect. I’m hanging on by a thread and I’m doing my best to deal with it all. Nothing makes sense, but I am expected to just roll with it. I have no privacy in my own mind in some places or if I pray,” I shouted, “Do you know how violating that feels? I have an expectation of privacy that is constantly disregarded as if I am less than human, less than a sentient being.”