[A huge, unnatural being filled the room. The being was a solid two colors, nothing more, nothing less. Even attempting to move around it to see if the light would add any shades or tones to it failed. Looking at it made one worry about the future.]
Now you see Macciu in all his glory, and a nice suit. Limbo gods do not really have any true forms, we change all the time, like underwear, once a month, maybe less. I am the god of the Future. Of time to come. I see what happens before it does.