The computer. The desk. Everything is as it was. You had another dream, yet only a few minutes have passed since you returned home from your trip to McDonalds. The screen taunts you, begging you to press on a document. The twelve all stare you down eagerly.
West Moorwich
who tf am i
Praying for Roses
WIP 1.12.8
The Edevane Assassin
Vanderbraum Family History
For Samantha
Criss Cross
WIP 2.4.18
Eris Rises
The Death of the Architect
The Happymart Horror
The question arises, yet again. Click on an unfamiliar one? One you've already experienced? Or step away from the computer, before it's allure pulls you in again?
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The lack of physical form perturbs you, but not as much as before. The white expanse is not so terrifying. In fact, it's merely like a thick snowstorm. Nothing terrifying about a snowstorm, right?
And look, there! A shooting star. Yet, blue. Racing across what once was the sky, and soaring, ever closer towards you. Growing ever warmer, ever brighter, and soon enough, it tears through your consciousness, enveloping you.
YOU ARE READING
The Janus Library
FantasíaAn interactive visual novel, where the comments decide what happens next! Your new laptop, bought for cheap, seems to be the perfect deal. However, everything changes when you discover what it can do. Other worlds, stories, and people are at your fi...