The Lore of Chaos Mage Marceline of the Andtheneum

~PROLOGUE~

 Sensations ablaze, Marceline stepped out from the roaring teal gateway. With the torn edges of space whipping by, her ears sang and eyes scintillated as the acrid yet nostalgic taste and smell of burnt bubblegum filled her nose and mouth. Nauseating vertigo snapped into a euphoric glow as her foot left the rimpled rind of Chaos and the teal gateway closed behind her with a sizzling pop - the mage was now somewhere else.

 "Robert!" exclaimed the toad in excruciating delight, pleased that the heft of its master had left it once again. The sudden noise vibrated the empty white space Marceline had stepped into, jaunting her out of her dream-woven state as the same unanswered questions returned to front of mind. It seemed, to her, impossible to figure how one could at once be so confused by their own existence and behavior and yet deeply nostalgic about the sensations that arose from them. Gate after gate were summoned with ease, but each step through the chaos got her no further toward answers nor away from those empty white rooms. Still, the nostalgia seemed helpful, for the memories (or dreams, who could tell?) it evoked brought Marcy closest to knowing her past - and it was in her past that she imagined she might find herself and see into her future. Perhaps a few more steps through the chaos and the bubblegum would remind her the way…

 So, with a deep breath and a sigh, Marceline stepped once more on the chaotic toad whose warbling burp tore a new hole into space and summoned that liquid agate gateway through which she ambled, mumbling, "On Chaos, on…"

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