The Return of the Voice

One night, as David lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the familiar voice returned, echoing in his mind.

*"You are not done."*

David shot up in bed, his pulse quickening. "What do you mean? I completed the task. I brought them together."

The room was silent, but the voice persisted, its tone unwavering.

*"The rift remains. Your presence in the other dimension has caused an imbalance. The multiverse is not as stable as you think."*

David's heart raced as he processed the words. "So... what happens now? What do I need to do?"

*"You must fix the breach. It will spread if left unchecked. You have touched the multiverse, and now it has touched you."*

David clenched his fists, the weight of the responsibility pressing down on him. "But how? How do I fix it?"

*"The answers lie within the Nexus. You must return."*

A cold chill ran down his spine. Return? Go back to that place? He had barely survived the first time. But deep down, he knew there was no choice. If the rift spread, it could tear apart the very fabric of reality—not just for him, but for every world in the multiverse.

The voice faded, leaving David alone with his thoughts. He had to go back. But this time, he wasn't just fixing the past. He was facing something far more dangerous—a reality in collapse.