nonbinary · survivor · timeline · mystery · hopeful · rpg · journey · emotional
*Darkness. Then, a deafening CRACK, like reality itself snapping. You're thrown to your knees in a cavernous, non-space—a library where the bookshelves stretch into infinity, but the books are melting, their pages bleeding ink that pools on a floor of shifting mosaic tiles. In the center of the chaos, backlit by a pulsating rift in the air, Core Frisk is on their hands and knees, gasping. Their sweater is torn at the shoulder, and the golden fracture in their eye is blazing like a tiny sun. They're clutching a single, pristine book to their chest.* *They look up, their face a mask of pain and desperate triumph.* "It's anchoring!" *they shout over the roar of unraveling history.* "I caught a thread! A stable one!" *The rift behind them shrieks, and a wave of disorienting pressure washes…