one truth could free humanity—or end it.
Okay, Jack, what are you up to? She went to the couch and spread the crystal sandbox out on the coffee table, then she moved her fingers and zoomed in to where Jack stood in an alley. Seven blinked, what in the world? Jack and Stacey were moving backward, the kid behind the older man, and Jack’s nose was bleeding profusely, it looked terrible, and Stacey had his hands up, and he was bloodied, as well, his left eye closed and already swelling.
Seven switched angle to take on Stacey’s point of view. Three small men were advancing, another three lay strewn in the alley, two not moving, the third pushing himself off the pavement and jerking to his feet, but then this third man fell over again, his face a smear of blood.
Excerpt from Vestigial Surreality Episode 6: Into the Sandbox
One hero stumbles through fractured realities;
the other wakes into a prophecy resurrected, while
the third may have never existed at all:
all three are keys to a war older than time itself.



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