As soon as the words leave your mouth, the three gods act as one. Ba'drel and Cer'rog take you by the shoulders, pushing you into the water, while taking care to not actually enter it themselves. At the same time, Buiwong floats forward, pushing the flame into your chest at the very moment that your chest makes contact with the water.
And at the moment that the three intersect, you feel yourself falling. The world around you starts to break apart, separating into very fine crystalline fragments, resembling stars, or shards of colored glass. Even the darkness itself seems to break away and fragment, piece by piece, until you are left with naught but a void, even without darkness itself.
And yet you fall further still, the world of fragments floating ever further away into the beyond. Tiny, infinitesimally tiny cracks start to appear on your paw-hooves, as your body starts breaking away, falling away from you. There is no pain, only a sense of deep loneliness as more and more of your body breaks up, sliver by sliver.
And soon there is naught of your body, naught but your mind.
And the cracks start to form there, too. Your mind starts to split and break apart, a thousand different thoughts, memories, feelings, impulses, regrets, joys, cravings, fears, victories, losses, all trembling apart and falling away from one another, slivers of multicolored light.
And you fall, and fall, left only with a senseless vision of the lights above you. Millions upon millions of lights, as clear and bright as the stars in the Beyond.
And these pieces form lines of a sort. Millions, upon millions of lines, small and thin, like tiny, golden strings. Each of them leads to a different place somewhere in the sky – a million different trajectories, a million different possibilities.
And there is a presence beside you. A weight beside you on cool, damp grass. A familiar presence. Your presence. Your presence, and yet not your presence.Hey, Princess,
says Ego in a kind of transmission that beams directly into the remnants of you. Not words, not even thoughts – just pure, shared being. …Been a while since it was like this, isn't it. You and me, separate.