“Is this world fraying? Will it crumble from the crack?” Voiceless thoughts floated through the absolute black, a tiny golden crack the only light, and beyond it lay Everrain.

  “Nonsense. Worlds cannot fall on their own. Someone is tugging at time like a string. We wouldn’t have even noticed it if we didn’t exist here and there. Out there, time flowed normally, but when viewed from the outside, years rewound over and over.”

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  “It still seems like this is our doing. We’re not supposed to enter lower dimensions like this. It’s against the rules.”

  “The rules state we may not open paths to the lower dimensions. If the food opens the door for us, we are free to feast, but we must be quick and careful, lest others find us.”

  Yes, like you found me.