The Maze of Tzeen'neth, Realm of Chaos
As soon as Catherine's limp body collided with her floor, the magicks of Tzeen'neth exploded. The woman's entire house flooded with a pale, but malevolent blue arcane light for just a split second, bathing her entire block in its unseemly glow. As quickly as it came it shattered like glass, each little fragment dissolving just before touching the ground. If anyone dared to investigate the strange phenomenon they'd find nothing but a pristine, empty house - it's owner long gone from this realm, and any other.
"Hello Catherine Dumitrescu," a voice like a legion rang out, echoing from every inch of matter surrounding the still unconscious woman. It's pitch, tone, origin, and even the seemingly endless string of tongues behind it ebbed, and flowed in flux with each letter The Lord of Change uttered.
"I've been waiting for you, for far, longer than I should have," The maelstrom of a "voice" lurched towards anger, each of its myriad tones becoming less, and less welcoming, but still civil in their maddening hisses.
"All can be forgiven though, Catherine, for what is Destiny but a merciful master?" A Daemonic chorus of laughter errupted throughout Tzeen'neth's realm. The deafening cacophony would've been more than enough to wake the dead, bolstered with tainted magicks designed to force their target - Catherine - into a state of panic even if she was still out cold.
It was a trifle, a test. The spell more than enough to rend a mortal's soul clean from them, but to being like Tzeen'neth, and His new toy? He predicated it would do more little more than rouse her, and juat to be sure with a snap of his fingers from deep inside his Library, the Maze of Tzeen'neth came to life. Catherine's examination had begun.
For now she was in The Crystalline Labyrinth now, a twisted, writhing structure, forged by The Raven Lord from the rawest threads of Magic itself, and inter-woven with the concepts of Deceit and Paranoia. Designed to drag even the mightiest of Sorcerers, and minds into irreparable madness it's very structure shifts, and moves constantly, the glowing and reflective crystal pillars ever-looming as Tzeen'neth's first line of defense. To look into any of them is to invite His gaze, each though beautiful beyond comprehension, was designed to force the viewer to interoperate all nine dimensions of existence at once, and always ready to reflect emotions, memories, and nightmarish visions for those powerful enough to make use of them . All while bathing the dark hall ways in a cascade of ethereal lights, each comprising a bevy of strange, unknown colours from places far beyond comprehension.
"Welcome home, Catherine...