The cascade of infinite possibilities was tearing reality apart like paper in a hurricane.
Lio felt his consciousness stretched across dimensions as the barriers between chosen and unchosen collapsed around them. The Inkless Realm writhed and convulsed, its pristine whiteness now stained with spreading patches of writhing darkness where rejected stories clawed their way toward existence.
Around him, the other fragments screamed.
The silver-haired woman's form flickered between states of being—sometimes solid, sometimes transparent, sometimes split into multiple overlapping versions of herself. "It's too much!" she gasped, her voice harmonizing with dozens of alternate selves. "I can feel every choice I never made trying to become real!"
