Folded Worlds
Between worlds, a membrane. Most people spend their whole lives pressed against it without knowing it exists. Some feel it.. a shift in the weight of air, a moment of standing outside their own eyes, the aftertaste of something half-remembered and immediately lost.
The moment when the air gains a new density and the ground gains an extra layer and he is somehow slightly beside himself, watching from two places at once.
"Ugh, that again. "
Den has learned to wait it out. It always passes. What it leaves is the smell of rain where there was no rain, and the specific grief of something almost remembered.
Right now he was entering the middle of it.
'Need to grab onto something, or I'll go down,' Den thought. 'Damn. How long is it going to take to let go this time.'
"Hello there, young lad. I see you're at large. Haven't seen anyone this young with the right of crossing in quite a while."
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