By Elysia Voss
The encroaching forests have split the borders once delineated by the ancients. The realms are at odds with themselves, as patches of reality seemingly fold in on one another. It is a phenomenon documented scarcely, with whispers passing between the splintered edges of time
In the midst of these splinters, we find not comfort, but echoes of what had been known as the Silent Agreement between realms. As this agreement falters, the tides of reality shift precariously. Reports confirm that energy readings asymmetrically pulse across the fringes, akin to a heartbeat displaced in ether.
The chaos speaks in unsent letters. The doodles do too:
"Ciphers twist and turn. Dreams catch dust.
Imaginary lines draw none—yet divide the all."