ϟ FISSURES COMMUNICATIONS ϟ

Has anyone seen Wesley?

A little help please?

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Portals. Fissures. Cracks in the universe. You think you can escape them. You think you're safe, but you aren't. You can't be. They find you. They always find you. You were there, and now you're somewhere else. And you never know what's going to be on the other side. A life of slavery as a cow. Torture. Loneliness. Madness. Or somewhere else. Somewhere that almost looks like home, but it's not quite right.

Hello. My name is Winifred Burkle. Fred. This is not where I'm supposed to be.