Throughout the multiverse, creatures of all shapes and sizes are being plucked from their worlds and thrown to the whirlwind of spacetime itself. It’s impossible to determine who will disappear or where they will reappear. Why is this happening? The cause is undetermined. There is only one thing known;
-- your vision blurs as colors bleed together, shifting and stretching all about you like pools of paint mixing and swirling at hyperspeed. Are you moving? Your nerves feel numbed, as though each and every one has sat their rear on a dryer til they went dead from the vibrations. There is no wind or gravity pulling on you yet your stomach drops all the same. You become aware of a slow tugging at your body, beginning at your toes and dragging upward until you feel very much like you understand taffy on a spiritual level.
There is a voice. It’s… whispering something. A secret? A hint perhaps? You hear it repeating, over and over again, and you know it will be seared into your brain.
You are dumped to the floor without much ceremony. That hint is the only clue to your mission.