̵̧͖̱̘͆̂͝ ̴̢̛̛̰͖̖̥̙͎̗͚̖͆̐̔̈́̑̇̑̚͝͝ ̸̨̛̛̥̹̟͍͖̻̱̠̺̥̹̰͍̞͕̙̭͓͎͇͓̰͓͎̓̀͊̽̏̃͑̾̈̏̇͂͆̅̾͛̏̏̒̆͘̕͜ ̸̨̨̛͍̫̰͈͓̩̖̮̰̝̫̊͒͐͂͌̓̾͆̋͘̚ ̷̧̛̰̝̻͖̩̘̥̩̹̳͚̜͕̼̼̹̜̪͈͓̼̈́͗͆̏̾̎́́͌̎́̋͘͘͜͝ ̵̨͎̠͓̤͎̭̱͓̤̰͖͎̗̂́̀̉́͊̽̃̂̏̂̚̕͘͝͝ͅͅ ̴̧̨͍̮̖̳͇̩̝̙̩̲͖̟̫̳̩̰͓̻͚͗̾̽̍̂͐̔͑̔͂̇̑̇̓̇́̄͊͌͒̋̀͂͘̕ ̴̺͉̝͓͚̜̙̰̟̫̥̍̊̏̆̎͛̈́̀ͅͅ ̷͙̱͓̐͗̀̄͆̐̎̔̑̒̐̈́͐̇͂͆̿̐̑͛̄̔̋̚͘͘ ̵̱̌̃͗ ̶̧͓̫̼̣͎̻̦̰͙̐̿͑̈́̂̄͝͝ ̸̨̙̗͖̺͖͎̻̜̲̼̘̳̺̽̍̆̓̚ ̶̼̈́͒̈́̽̇̑̌̈́̽̅̀̈́̏̐̉͠͠͝ ̸̡̨̛̫̰̟̺̮͕͇̬̠̹̗͍̞͕͓̭̱͚̘͕̯͌̈̂̀͗̌̔͒͒̕͘̕͜͝ ̵̧̢̧̢̡̢̧͙̦͎̺͉̋͂̀͝ͅ ̶̞͇͉̗͂͂͗̓̅͂̾̑̀̀̑̏̕ ̸̡̲̼̙̱͒ ̷̫̥̪̟͓̫̩̠͙̠͙̘̏̍̔͒̾̀͋̈́͂͋̈́͑͐̉̊̈́̈̂̈́͂̍͘̚͝͝ ̸̧̡̨̢͖̦̬̖̺̙̼̫̗͓͍̙̼̰͚͒̈́͗̓̓͑̎̊̅̐̆̽̉̍̓̅̎̇̕̕ ̴̢̧̢̢̛̱͓̥͙̖̭̬̭̞̯̪̩̘̮̪̘̭̈́̄̑̈̓̔̇̉͐̐͒̓̓͋̕ͅ ̶̨̡̘͎̲͚̭͍̖̠̩̰̠͌͛̏̈́̃̒̃̍͆̆̃͛̈́̌̒̈́̈́̉̀̕̕͜͜͝ͅ ̷̡̢̢̞̘̙̫̬̮̻̟̞̼̣̤̙̤̥́̓͑ ̸̨̡͖̜̥̟̲̤̥̖͎̺͍̩͓͕̀̅̋̀͆̽̀͂̀̓̽̔̚̕̕̚͜͜͠͠ͅ ̴̨̡̛̥̱͕̪̣̹̰͔̫̗̥͎̪̭͖͍̿͗̽̋̃̆̓͛̇͂̈́̉́̓͘͘͠͠ ̶͈̾̽̒̀̉̔̎̀̐́̋̑̃̑͆͘̕͘͝ ̵̛̺̻͗̅̋̏͆̍͛̄̿͂̍̚ ̴̢̡̙͚̯͙̜̉́ͅ ̴̧̖̮̘̈͂̇̇̌̽̀̅̏́̕͘͜ ̸̛͔̙̒̐̂̋͐̌̅͊̍̇͆̓͂̓̔̎̕͝ ̴̨̨̢͓̯͈̩̖̱̦͎̞̣͓͓̺͉̩͓̘͈̝͈̔̽ ̸̧̨̨̪͓̭̯̱̙̞̬̳̰̜̰̱͈͈́̂̌͆̍͌̈́̚͝ ̸̧̪͉̗͓̤͍̳̺̯̟̮́̍̀̑̏̀̉̀̇̾̅̓̈́̔̇́̚̚̕͠ ̶̨̢̬̱͓̜̫͇̫͔̫̠̣͉͇̬̬͕̤̻̲͒̾̍͒͐́͋̿̃̂͐͐̂͒͗̋͝͝
Dimension 15: August 24, 5032
The dimensions.
Faea ran as hard as she could.
Talked about in whispers.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
Forbidden to travel to.
Tree branches scraped her face as she ran.
Until now.
Faea tripped, her foot catching in a root.
Vortexes are what they're called.
Pain shot up her leg as she gasped in pain.
They help us travel between dimensions.
The sounds of the people chasing her came closer.
But it's dangerous.
Faea staggered to her feet, forcing herself to keep on running as they came closer.
The technology is new.
An arrow whistled past her ear.
People get trapped.
Faea fished in my pocket, her hand clutching a small, round device.
Lost without a vortex.
she yanked it out of her pocket, throwing it forward.
And yet,
"Dimension 1!" Faea yelled as a portal opened.
Through the danger,
she threw herself in and turned as she fell.
I still love it.
The last thing she saw was the person's face, their leaf-ears glimmering before her vision went black.
(Okay so honestly I really like the theme of this where in italics it's telling one story, while telling another in the normal text)
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Dimensions
FantasyThe dimensions. Talked about in whispers. Forbidden to travel to. Until now. Vortexes are what they're called. They help us travel between dimensions. But it's dangerous. The technology is new. People get trapped. Lost without a vortex. And yet, Th...
