#Coords to the part of the Sargasso Crowley's been working in are no longer functional - that place is gone/no longer behaves the way it did

[creepy-crowleys]

[A discordant hum became a roar became a melody. A lullaby sublime, perfect in every measure, rules and codes and processes encoded in notes. Instructions on the weaving of a world from a mind pressed back into dormancy, the shapes of its untamed dreams forced back into compliance.

The repair process took place in an barely observable instant, time and space snapped back into place like the spiraling, cancerous growths had never been formed with only the odd few new islands scattered across patches of red-brown weed to mark the scars.

The outsiders were ejected in the collapse, back to the safety of wherever they had come and away from a world uncertain on how to write them into itself. Passageways to spaces no longer existent were severed in the expulsion; nothing more to see.]