Spider crashes down directly into nothingness. A burning, destructive nothingness.

Her sense of self is absolutely destroyed, their very being is absolutely destroyed, all it feels is a warmth as it's form becomes nothing but white, holy flames.

It is face down. All It can see is black. It's thoughts are empty, the identity that was Spider like a forbidden dream locked in a vault. It can feel nothing but warmth. It begins to see stars.

It attempts to blink, watching the stars form in it's vision.

There are no eyes to blink. There is no body to control. Just flames. Pure, white flames.

The stars glitter, a cosmos beginning to form around it. It is forced to observe.

It begins to comprehend words floating through the... endless expanse It is in.

The words are gibberish. Burning, incomprehensible gibberish. They burn into It's husk of a mind. Incomprehensible words It cannot stop thinking. A mix of prayer and praise. All of them at once. Overwhelming and loud.

It feels the urge to move.

It begins to move aimlessly, lost in it's thoughts

It cannot feel it's movement. Only see it. If it weren't for the stars around it and the thoughts getting louder and louder in It's mind, It would think nothing was changing at all.

The warmth gets more intense. The flames burn brighter and hotter than before. It's thoughts stop, then resume.

It continues to move, stopping as it's thoughts do, then continuing on paying no attention to the flames.

A voice pierces through It's thoughts, through all the incomprehensible praises and prayers.

เ๓קยгє. ς๏ггยקՇ. ภ๏Շђเภﻮ ๒ยՇ ค ๓є๓๏гץ. ยภ๔єรєгשเภﻮ. ค ๓เรՇคкє.

The galaxy in front of it begins to burn. Burn up into a bright white flame.

It watches the world burn.

Space and time begin to unravel. It's vision begins to go white. Everything seems to turn to dust. It's formless form mixes with the overwhelming white. The vault in the back of it's husk of a mind begins to burn. It needs to scream. It cannot scream. It feels pain. It cannot feel pain. The agony is incomprehensible. It is death without death. Eternity and void at the same time.

It takes this all in, suffering inside.

The fire begins to swirl. Swirl inwards, like a pathway guiding It towards a blinding bright light. The holy, angelic chants and prayers return louder and more chaotic than ever.

...It swears there are things in the fire. Angels, souls, planets... whatever it is, it's something.

It continues watching, attempting to move towards the light.

It does so, vision beginning to burn to blindness. It cannot look away or close it's eyes.

It continues moving, suffering.

It's vision becomes an unmoving white. Pure white. Blank. It begins to go deaf, the prayers and praises getting loud enough to cause an earthquake.

It continues moving towards the light.

It goes deaf. The only thing they can experience is warmth. The burning warmth that is consuming It's mind, breaching the vault inside it. It cannot tell if it is dying or being birthed anew.

It attempts to continue moving forward.

Just before it's mind is completely burned away…

[STOP. STOP THIS. STOP IT NOW. STOP. STOP. STOP.]

A loud, echoing, piercing voice fills It's entire existence.

[YOU CAN'T DO THIS. SHE'S NOT MEANT TO BE HERE. LET HER GO OR ELSE.]

The flames burn brighter.

[EXECUTING LAYER 9 PURGE, OPENING THE EMPYREAN TO PURGATORY...]

The ground caves in underneath it. The flames stop. Their form begins to return, identity being restored.

It's... strange. It's not good. It's terrible. It hurts it feels wrong why are you here why are you back why are you something when you are meant to be nothi-