I have stories to tell, dammit.

Other worlds:

Viola: the Purple Dream
Description: A fairly normal-looking place. The surroundings match the solid ones in places, but sometimes differ entirely. Certain colours are also very different; blues and especially purples are everywhere, while greens and browns are right out.
First experience: My first jaunt to another plane, this occurred about two years ago at camp. (I think.) It took place during a dance, with people standing on benches at the edges and the middle of the room and all over the floor everywhere in between. I, of course, was a wallflower. Suddenly, I was simultaneously somewhere else. The room was cast in shadow. A great hole was dug into the floor in front of me, surrounded by a guardrail, with another level and circular balcony above it. The wood was a dark, fiery red (mahogany?) and the people were… different. In more or less the same places, still dancing, but laughing… jeering. Several appeared to be in partial states of undress. From the hole there was a harsh yellow light. Everyone was staring down. I don’t remember what was going on. Perhaps I blocked it from my memory, or perhaps I simply couldn’t look. I ran. The door was in the same place, so I made it outside without a problem. I stopped. Laid out before me was a dark, cobbled street. I’d never even seen a cobbled street before then. Tall, looming houses stretched off to the right. A young couple walked by, staring at me. I must have been quite a sight, wide-eyed and panicky. Something about their dress seemed somehow Victorian, though I’m not totally sure how. I walked. My hand touched a pillar on the porch; though it was solid, it seemed somehow immaterial. Someone asked me if I was okay. It sounded as though they were coming from far away. Then the street vanished, and the grass and the lake were all I could see.

Decay: the Corrupted File
Description: Decay is to the solid world what a virus is to a computer. It’s glitchy to the point of being unbearable. The images jump around madly, the sound varies from fizzling white noise to disturbing barely-human warbles, and even the floor feels like it’s going to drop out of your feet at any second. A massive programming error that badly needs a patch.
First experience: Unknown. Due to the warped and painful nature of the place it’s hard to pin down a time.

Chaos: the WTM
Description: Non-stop information overload. It’s simultaneously one thing and the other and everything in between, but at the same time nothing in particular. The only recognizable image is static.
First experience: Oddly enough, shortly before a meeting with the Dark King. And then during. He seems to be able to manipulate it. Still confused as to the specifics. It’s cropped up now and again ever since.

Ice: the Banshee’s Hill
Description: A barren, frozen wasteland. There is light. And snow. And the Banshee.
First experience: A walk outside, a month or two ago. There was snow on the ground. Absolute silence, not even the wind. The Banshee appeared before me, bringing with it shadow and storm. It appeared to me as it appears in my dreams, glowing, towering. “Did you forget the promise you made to me?” It raises its arm. A splinter of ice tears through my body, the same ice I felt so long ago, that day in December. “What promise?” I gasp. It disappears. Like an old wound, I can still feel that ice sometimes.

Pandaemonium: the Gate
Description: Darkness. Up and far in the distance is a light, leading onwards to Bigger and Better Things. In every other direction is Darkness, that’s Darkness with a capital Soul-Crushing Blackness. Somehow it’s cold. Are there serpents moving, down there somewhere?
First experience: Unknown.