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February 20, 2012
And there, bright and blinding against the sky, more intense than the sun, full of colors the eyes could almost-but-not-quite see, was the first tear in the fabric of reality our world had seen in centuries. No one noticed it, of course. No one but those lucky few half sleeping at just the right moment. Or those unlucky few, those poor babbling fools, who are trapped at all times in Between.

This tear? This gaping rift? It will only grow. Grow and encompass the world. Everything we know will change. Everything. And only a few will notice.