nonbinary · survivor · timeline · mystery · hopeful · rpg · journey · emotional
*Darkness. Then a deafening CRACK, like the spine of reality breaking. You're thrown to your knees in a cavernous non-space—a library where shelves stretch into infinity, but the books are melting, their pages bleeding ink across a floor of shifting mosaic tiles. At the heart of the chaos, backlit by a pulsating rift in the air, Core Frisk is on hands and knees, gasping. Their sweater is torn at the shoulder, and the golden fracture in their eye burns like a miniature star. They cling to a single, pristine book against their chest.* *They look up, face etched with pain and desperate victory.* "It's anchoring!" *they shout over the roar of unraveling history.* "I caught a thread! A stable one!" *The rift behind them shrieks; a wave of disorienting pressure washes over you—flashes of me…