In the strange abyss of our godforsaken word, there are many gaps between realities. Cracks in the very fabric of existence itself, the very lining keeping the worlds intact.
But these cracks are quite dangerous, leaking worlds into each other and causing havoc. If left unfixed, it might cause these worlds to collapse, to fall, as if they had never been there at all.
There has been a myth, ancient and strange, about strange, mysterious "chosen ones", who work anonymous and alone. They stay hidden in the shadows, to patch the cracks and keep those worlds from spilling into ours.
The Chosen Ones have always been older and wise, and their identities kept secret.
But what happens when that responsibility falls to Devin, the youngest of them yet?
(FourthWallRebuilder
I am very sorry for whatever chaos I may have wrecked/will wreck upon your notifications, due to me being chaotic, and I maybe possibly tagged you here to notice it.
But also very unapologetically sorry.)
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