With one step, everything before his eyes changed instantly. Everything and everyone that had been around vanished, leaving Su Ming standing alone in a wasteland as violent winds swept black-purple dust toward him, blotting out the sky.
His vision was severely obstructed, and there were no landmarks in sight. Aside from the black-purple sand beneath his feet, it seemed as though nothing else had any substance.
"Dreams are like this. They always leave people alone. I learned that the last time I went looking for Deadpool." Su Ming rolled his neck and began investigating. "What do you think of this place, Strangle?"
"Eek."
The symbiote agreed. Fortunately, it and its host were one entity. Its host's dream was its dream; otherwise, it might not have been able to enter at all.
"I think it's possible that this Cosmic Consciousness has never seen a symbiote before, so it doesn't know whether to count you as an independent life-form or part of me. Like Cloak—it came in too."
Smiling, Su Ming crouched down and casually grabbed a handful of fine sand. He discovered that it was actually purple sand mixed with black particles, which was why its color looked so strange.
It was a mixture of two different substances. Strangle tasted a little and found that neither was any element that existed in reality. They were more like local specialties.
"How does it compare to the Sands of Time in the Dream Mask?"
Deathstroke spread his palm and let the violent wind instantly carry the grains into the sky.
"Eek."
Strangle said they were very similar, perhaps of the same kind, but not exactly alike.
Whether purple or black, all the grains of sand in this desert were derivatives of dreams.
"Hmm, sometimes that really does happen. You know you're dreaming, yet