ONI
A week had passed since the last whisper and all attempts to make any sense of it had gone without any notable results.
On the seventh day the whisper recurred.
Once more the galactic plain trembled on the sensor and as expected, another whisper followed, however, this time, it didn´t stop there.
The whisper continued and the tip of massive tendril began twitching, shaking...
...suddenly as if in a sudden fit of rage, the tip of the tendril bent and then swung around in a wide arc, there was a high pitched scatching and screeching sound, something that could barely be described by any mortal being and the tendril seeme dto scrape along teh very fabric of reality, reality in turn, tore open, revealing a swirling red mist behind teh veil of realspace, slowly seeping from the tear to the other side, then, the tendril moved back into it´s original position, once more as motionless as if nothing ever happened.
The tear itself was several hundred kilometres long and looked like a gateway straight to hell, although from the realspace side one couldn´t make out what was on the other side, due to the dense red mist coming out of it...
The whisper stopped and silence reigned once more...