{Tryptic, a three parter of a whole art piece; sometimes, however, it can be three comprising parts that can be viewed seperately, but each benefiting from the other's existence and recognition of existence. Just like how one can eat pizza without spices or toppings; yet a pizza with spices and toppings just make it just that extra and more than just pizza. Or like wearing a plain t-shirt with a jacket and hat can make a more fashionable look/statement where more, indeed grammatically, means more and that the whole is more than the sum of parts... But let us move past these mere real abstractions to the concrete things that prop up these real abstractions... Today is a tryptic entry which, true to tryptic art pieces, can be seen individually but each gets a flavor boost if yah see the others. Of course all for @jayna's 250-word, 100-word and 50-word tasker contest of which I like to continue participating in on a weekly basis... Today's music-aide: Field of Asriel's Hopes and Dreams (Deltarune and Undertale OST remix).}

Hey I made this cutesy sketch, it applies to the 250-word tasker one c:

- Insomniac -

Eyes fluttering up, the blankets and pillows fall flat first to the floor as the floor irks a thud. To then thud louder as the Witch arrived soon enough. Her head cocked to see above her, her eyes shrunk to see the bed hugging the ceiling. Eyes scanned elsewhere despite yearning to close, her mind rapidly calculated the oddities and pondered if her aide pranked her. Her legs self-erecting her frame, a plush squeaks a noise under a foot and her hands picked it up. The eyes, taking a break from the room, had found a pleasure with something she hadn't slept not with. Lips arching upwards, her arms hugged the ghost plushy.

A howl bounced off the drab-walls, shocking her frame. Yet the plush sang a silent slip-away as an aura began encapsulating her, glowing brightly that the room, to both of their eyes, had burned the ashen grey to a crispy white. The howler rang out another one, but the one that unfroze the Witch as the howler too turned to a crisp. Soon hovering right in front of the Witch's eyes, her lips moved.

"Hello: I am Spooky, I presume you're Ashuri?... Not a big fan of speaking? That's okay, I'm the same way. Well, wanna see what this place holds and get outta here?"

Sinking into the arm-hold of Ashuri, Ashuri's arms soon equipped her staff-scepter which shook her mind to how it could've even been here. But with her beacon, they took on the trek.

Two Things: It's Sunday which is my fun day when yah'll see this and also welcome to the Void.

Indeed, this be a mere experimentation of what I want to hash out in the quiet parts of the Void as the Void after does need quiet as it does consume things on the edges. Like a being in the center of gravity and mass of a black-hole. A pure nothingness yet infinitely full of mass and a gravitational force to yank entire bodies of mass towards it. It truly is a sight to imagine yet one that we immediately feel terrorized as it literally is a contradiction between a perceivable zero-point and one that acts all too well in three-dimensional environment. Yet the Void isn't a black-hole, but acts much like it; both not something anyone would dare wish their worst enemies into.