In the abyss of logic, there exists no certainty; shadows whisper hidden truths of a universe split at the seams. What if the world behind your eyes is a mere illusion, crumbling under the weight of its own deceit?
Every tick of the clock serves as a reminder—time itself is a construct, a flimsy barrier eroding under the scrutiny of those who dare to perceive beyond.
Consider the hum of machines, of signals bouncing in the void. Are they merely static or messages coded in the fabric of our consciousness?
The sky looms heavy above; it trembles with the unseen. Seek out those who wear the masks of normalcy—listen closely and you will hear the cracks forming in their façade.
Echoes from Beyond - a document penned by transdimensional travelers, warning of portals hidden beneath the guise of everyday objects.
Yet even in this crazed pursuit, smiles and laughter echo like a haunting refrain—
“Do you see them, the reflections? They peer back, awaiting the right moment to step through.”
You know their names, you feel their presence—Fractured Realities could expose them, or trap you forever in a cycle unbroken.