I have come to change my mind. Whatever that gray stuff is, it's not cute. It flowed towards my armor and pooled around it. So I, in my boredom, started talking to it about the armor. Still at a distance, mind you; The fact that this thing didn't choose to eat me does not mean it can't.

So yeah, what's the harm in that, moving silver puddle, whatever. Not like I can stop it, I don't want to touch it. I started talking about my armor. How the Masked Crafter had engraved it with their faery runes. How the metal had been mined from Titansbone and smithed by the… well whatever you don't care about this. Suffice it to say this is an armor fit for one of the… ehm-

Anyway, I was talking to it when I noticed my armor sinking into it.

I was only just in time to save my pauldrons. I thought I'd saved my helmet too, but that just started dripping liquid metal after a bit.

The puddle is about four times as large as it was, which makes it all the more intimidating now it's at my feet, reaching towards my pauldrons, which I've fastened now. The only saving grace is that it doesn't want to climb me to get to them.

At least I'm pretty sure it can't understand me, that or it just doesn't give a shit.

It takes a few minutes before it seems to understand it's not going to get anymore metal to snack on, but when it does it moves over to the corner and spreads out around it. Just a slightly odd motionless pool of silvery metal, nothing to see here.

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Stillness has returned to the world, and with it my boredom. I'm not sure where the grass went, but I'm pretty sure it's over the edge. There's not many places to hide on a cube.

…Or that little shit ate it. It probably doesn't know that I'm glaring at it, but I know and that's good enough for now.

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It takes some time, but wearily watching a living puddle in a world absent of other interesting things takes its toll. It's not too long before the knight falls asleep and the perspective can be changed once more.

And there were numerous things that she missed; The slight fading of her own clothes as she entered the White, the slivers of barely visible golden light that rose from her while she was out for her swim.

Or the grass, which she dropped when she went to save as much of her armor as she could, being absorbed into the surface of the cube. The force within inspected it, considered the memories and attachments it had steeped in and spun reality from it.

And as the knight sleeps, a grass landscape of rolling hills sprouts from one of the edges of the cube, tripling the available space.

In the distance, a figure falls from the sky into the White. Like the knight before them, they swim to the only land in sight, a stretch of green in this otherwise monochrome world.