First Contact
I saw the portal open before me, pulsing with energy...
First Contact
I saw the portal open before me, pulsing with energy unknown to my dimension. The coordinates were clear: A-137. As I stepped through, my molecules scattered across realities. This was the first jump. I wasn't supposed to remember it, but somehow I do.
The Watchers
They observed from the shadows, eyes glowing...
The Watchers
They observed from the shadows, eyes glowing with ancient knowledge. The Watchers have been tracking my jumps. They say I'm destabilizing the multiverse with each crossing. My presence causes ripples they can't control. I'm becoming a threat.
The Library
Endless shelves containing every possible reality...
The Library
Endless shelves containing every possible reality. I found my own book there—pages still being written as I moved. The Librarian told me I was never supposed to leave my original dimension. My story was already complete. Now I'm writing outside the margins.
The Void
Nothing exists here, yet I feel everything...
The Void
Nothing exists here, yet I feel everything. The Void is the space between dimensions, a quantum foam of possibilities. I stayed too long and began to dissolve. Parts of me are still there, echoing. I'm not whole anymore. Can you feel the gaps in my memories?
The Mirror
I saw myself, but not as I am now...
The Mirror
I saw myself, but not as I am now. The mirror showed all my possible selves across dimensions. Some were happy, some were monsters. All were me. The reflection spoke: "You're fracturing reality by existing in multiple places. You need to choose one timeline and stay."
The Return
I'm trying to find my way home, but which one is real?
The Return
I'm trying to find my way home, but which one is real? Every dimension feels familiar yet wrong. The boundaries are thinning. Sometimes I see through the eyes of my other selves. I'm losing track of which memories belong to which version of me. Are you helping me remember, or are you causing me to forget?