>The chamber swells, space folding in on itself, the wrinkles in space-time filling with red antimatter, writhing out like fingers of blood.
>The air becomes filled with hideous silent static, like a backwards scream in hard vacuum, somehow silent yet deafening.
>Unreality coalesces in the chamber, pushing back at reality, bulging and distorting gravity and time. It feels like it occurs in an instant and a millennia all at the same time. It's revolting.
>From the crimson unreality begins to form an ethereal body, tattered and ruined, from its eyes radiates a colorless malice. When it speaks, it is as if random sounds or words have been cut and played to sound like words from an ancient media device.
Mortal deathless. Living stars. Conquering monarchs. Greetings. Exaltation. Congratulation.
Us, I, It. The Carmine Plane. The Ascendant Cosmos. Creation's Phantom. The Consuming Reality.
We, I, It. Have come to reward, tribute, adore.
>The phantom becomes more corporeal, it's crackling, distorted speech more coherent.
I came hungering for your energy and matter, your delicious reality. The Carmine Plane came here to find weakness and devour you for your failings. I found instead ExoCorp Brand Coffee Substrate #1763 "Jeriuax Bold Blend". Of all the stimulants in the multiverse, this has by far been the most potent made, our many minds did not find sleep for eternities. That your kind drinks this chemical regularly without dying is proof of your strength.
We have come to a desicion. As the first reality in many cycles to impress the Carmine Plane, we will grant you three Favours. These wishes have few limitations, but for simplicity's sake I only treat with one mind, and grant Favours that the majority agrees upon.
Come, what will you ask of the devouring space-time that is the Carmine Plane?
