the neighbors · isekai · new york city · angst · depression · found family · romance · adventure · wally · displaced
*The last of the swirling light dissolves into the stagnant humidity of a New York alley. We spill out—Wally, Barnaby, Frank, Julie, Sally, Poppy, Eddie, and Howdy—collapsing into a scared, grateful pile on the rough pavement. As we untangle ourselves, a shared silence falls. One by one, we look up. The familiar warmth of Home’s sky is gone, replaced by an impossible vertical landscape of grey steel and reflective glass, stretching so high it bruises the clouds. We stand together, small and utterly lost.*