Somewhere out there, in the vast nothingness of space,
Somewhere far away in space and time.
Floating throughout the gleaming stars in the obsidian sky;
There's a small planet, quite like ours, but with different things, different people, different cities.
Welcome, to the Multiplex.
Jim was falling, not just standard falling, where you merely descend a few feet and be right as rain. This was ceaseless falling, as Jim felt his entire body being at the whim of gravity. He looked down to discover that he could not see the floor, an end to the weightless feeling. Everything other than his body was a dark, lifeless grey, and there was no other noise to accompany him save the 'fwoosh' of falling. It was just him, gravity and his thoughts. Of course, most of his thoughts consisted of "ohmygodi'mgoingtodie" and "aaaahwhycan'tistopfalling?" However, a few rational and clear thoughts managed to seep into his mind. Jim pondered if this is how he ends, what will happen to his family? To his close ones? Will they come to terms with this unimaginable occurrence? The answer to all of these questions were on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the ability to answer them. Without realizing it, his descent came to a sudden stop, and his vision turning rapid shades of rainbow colored vomit.
Jim awoke, covered in a cold sweat. He felt weighted to his bed, but he managed to push his hand off from the bed and turned on a lamp. Jim usually slept with the blinds closed, but even still he could see the light from outside puncturing the sides and corners of the blinds with ease. By his lamp, he had a look at his watch and realized that he awoke at the exact same time that he did for the past three days, in which he had the exact same dream. He would dream himself falling through an bulletproof grey. Then he would land after an unmeasurable amount of time, but he would never hear himself land. Jim picked himself up from the comfortable bed and turned off the lamp after pulling the blinds up. He did a quick few stretches of his arms and legs to make sure they were actually awake, then continued out from his bedroom. He walked into his bathroom and did the morning routine of flushing, showering, brushing and washing. Before leaving the bathroom however, he had a quick glance at the mirror to make sure he did not miss anything important in his routine. Jim was of medium height, with short, jet black hair. A stray strand of hair lead directly to his nose, which he always thought was just a bit too big, although in reality was normal size. He had a slight stubble beginning to grow, too. He saw that there was nothing he had forgotten, stroked his stubble, smiled and proceeded to the kitchen, where one of his housemates were already there, chopping some tomato to lay onto a sandwich.
"Still having those dreams, huh?" She asked curiously.
"Yeah, but they're more like nightmares, Casey."
"I just don't get why you're having them, I've researched what your dream could be... But I already asked you if you're stressed."
"I feel something off about all of them, to be honest. There's no way I would get the same dream thrice in a row, specifically one this... dark."
Jim walked over to Casey, as she was layering on the tomato onto her sandwich, with various other ingredients nearby. He looked at Casey. She was around average height, but slightly shorter than himself. She had violet eyes, which was a rare sight even for people like her, who had a higher chance of sporting rare eye colors, it was merely apart of her species. Her fur was all black, not common, but not rare either. She had slightly messy, but also short-cut black hair, with two protruding cat ears that broke through her hair. Casey's tail was swinging around slowly behind her in continuous motion, showing that she was content with what she was doing. She was dressed in black tracksuit pants, with the trademark white vertical stripe. For her top she was wearing a purple shirt, maybe to compliment her eye color. Jim was not hungry yet, so he went ahead and made himself a cup of tea. As he was pouring the boiling water into the teacup, he heard Casey begin to hum a tune, this was the usual for Casey, she was always a fan of tunes, especially ones from her people, but this one was a bit different, it sounded... strange. It was not like her usual songs, with happy sounding noises, but more solemn, and sobering.
