Syl'thessara made her exit from the plane of existence that was supposedly her prison with the grace of someone stepping through a door they had always known was unlocked.
The boundary between her confinement and freedom parted before her seamlessly!
Outside, the void greeted her with its familiar emptiness, but even here, the pretense of imprisonment was maintained.
Countless invisible obsidian-silver chains wrapped around the plane she had just exited, their links forged from condensed regret and solidified consequence.
They gleamed with the kind of light that only became visible when one wasn't looking directly at them…a perfect metaphor for the nature of her captivity.
The chains could no more hold her than a drawn circle could contain the concept of circles, yet they remained, testament to a Fable that required her to be prisoner even when she was not.
