Dobber fled in silent sprints across the shadowlands of Aldexia, his heart spoken as percussion against a universe in mimicry. Tech-spun expanses sprawled out, untamed, a smear beneath steps less traveled. Yet still something else else painted his way, trace after trace in the unsolvable calculus of light.
Now the color bubble expanded. Through the portal. Spiral torn away from still frame reality. Reality unbid and unbidden, warm yet shivering. Waking songs seeped into thrum of woven intrusions—a cycle found in forgotten spaces.
Beyond the frayed edges of the woven portal, there existed whisperbat caves where the echoes clung like ancestral ligaments. And beyond that, was only time—an unbbroken stretch with shadows binding stories less understood less deconstructed.