The interdimensional rift, a place for time travelers, dimension hoppers, and deities alike... Kamryn, a dimension hopper, sat in the rift, watching others come and go. His own dimension had collapsed recently. Now, he decided to travel to his childhood brother's dimension. He had no real reason for it, only vague memories from childhood. He knew he probably wouldn't find him—just like the other times.
This time, he lands in a forest.
"Ew..." He lifts his foot, water dripping from his shoes, soaked by the muddy swamp.
He stares into the distance, where trees hang with vines, dripping water. Far ahead, a wooden hut stands, strangely out of place.
"What in the..." he mutters, walking toward the hut. He climbs the steps and knocks on the door.
Knock, knock...
There's a brief silence, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a voice shouting,
"NOOO—MY POTION!"
Kamryn paused, feeling a strange sense of recognition at the voice, but quickly brushed it off.
A blonde, white-haired man with streaks of blue—probably homemade dye from crushed flowers—opened the door. He looked at Kamryn, smiling awkwardly.
"Oh, hello! I don't usually get visitors—heh..."
There was a small pause.
"O-Oh! Um... W-Welcome to... Sebastian's Potion Shop of Mystery!" he announced, striking a pose with his arm extended inside, trying to show off the place. But it was just a mess—spilled potions and clutter everywhere.
Kamryn blinked, then spoke up.
"S-Sebastian? I... I had a brother named Sebastian. I thought he died in an explosion, but—"
Sebastian frowned, looking genuinely sorry.
"Wow... I'm sorry for your loss. What was your name again?"
"Kamryn," he said quietly.
Sebastian's eyes widened.
"Brother...?" He stumbled back, shock clear on his face.
Kamryn quickly realized: this was actually his brother.
