The Clefts

The realm that exists between reality and fantasy—that was where their minds found themselves trapped. Even Auron, a man who believed he had seen and understood all the strange phenomena the world could offer, stood speechless. He couldn’t tell if he was still dreaming or if the events unfolding before him were real.

As energy concentrated into a singularity, the very air seemed to ripple and tear apart. It was as if space itself had been unzipped, opening a gateway to the unknown. Many who witnessed the event fell to their knees in terror, whispering of witchcraft. Yet, Auron, ever the thinker, suspected otherwise. “Not witchcraft,” he muttered under his breath, his mind racing. “This... this is science. But science far beyond anything I’ve ever seen.”