I was mid-laugh when it happened. Jules had just tripped over the speaker cord, sending her soda flying in a perfect arc across the living room. Everyone shrieked. I was reaching for a paper towel, still laughing, when— blink The sound vanished. No music. No chatter. No Jules. No couch. Just static silence and a green sky that pulsed like it was breathing. I blinked again, slower this time. My hand was still outstretched, but the paper towel was gone. So was the room. I was standing on something flat and dark—like asphalt, but it shimmered. The air smelled like copper and ozone. My heart was thudding, but not fast. Just… wrong. Like it was syncing to something else. I turned in a circle. Nothing familiar. Just jagged shapes in the distance, like buildings that had been folded in half. And two hands—one pale, one dark—reaching toward me from opposite sides. Frozen mid-motion. Not touching. Not moving. I stepped back. The hands glitched. They flickered, split into red and blue outlines, then snapped back. I could feel them watching me, even without eyes. “Hello?” My voice sounded warped. Like it was underwater and echoing off glass. No answer. I looked down at myself. My clothes were the same—maroon top, black skirt—but my skin was paler. My hair felt heavier. I tugged at it. It was longer. My reflection shimmered in the ground beneath me, but it didn’t match. She blinked when I didn’t. I wasn’t in my world anymore. I wasn’t sure I was still me.
creds to an app for helping me make the art sorry if the chapter's a bit short Those Who Carried On - Ghost and Pals
