Island on a Distant World
Bookwyrm walked through the bed of flowers, looking for anything interesting.
Something was off about the flowers, though. They looked...vaguely familiar, in shape, at least. He plucked one and studied it.
This is...it's a Silent Princess. From that one version of Hyrule...but the color is wrong. Indeed, the deep purple and black petals seemed wrong on the delicate flower, and it's shape was...twisted, somehow.
Bookwyrm leaned over and picked up another flower, which he recognized as a Marewill. From Scadrial. This world obviously had connections, or at least interdimensional travellers had visited it in the past. Which was obvious.
The Marewill flower was also purple, though, and there was also something wrong about it.
Kaos, he realized.
Suddenly, the tendrils in his mind erupted, reacting to the twisted flowers. The darkness overpowered him. Bookwyrm cried out as his vision darkened, and he collapsed onto the soft bed of flowers.
Bookwyrm's Mind
Darkness swirled around him, shrouding reasoning and memory. He pulled into himself and gathered his consciousness and power. A mental image appeared to him; he stood alone on an island of light in the center of his mind, surrounded by swirling darkness. His sense of self was okay...the darkness could not get close enough to him to corrupt his soul. But the rest of his mind was shrouded.
Well, he thought to himself, wishing that he still had some control over his body. Now what?