Aethereal Muses: The Tesseract Trap


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โ€œWhere are we?โ€ she asks, exhausted. โ€œOutside of spacetime,โ€ he says. โ€œOn the Weaverโ€™s web binding the multiverse. They use it to feed, we use it to sneak between realities.โ€ โ€œCould they catch and, eat us?โ€ โ€œWhat? No!โ€ he snorts. โ€œShe eats whole realities!โ€ โ€œThatโ€™s what you get for sรฉance chicanery in our town!โ€ Louis glared back, black-eyed and beaten behind bars. The sheriff locked him in. โ€œApport yourself outtaโ€™ there! I dare you!โ€ He watched him leave, coughed-up a bloody key, and unlocked the cell door. The final line of the captainโ€™s speech over the comm contained the most horrendous pun ever spoken. Thankfully, the shipโ€™s crew never heard it. The sentence had been comm-muted. Aya slid off her prosthetic arm. โ€œIs Mom gone?โ€ โ€œFinally!โ€ Clair said. The kids smiled, then Aya stretched out the stub of her bicep and telekinetically drew Lego bricks to it. She flexed the multicolored arm sheโ€™d formed. โ€œLetโ€™s exercise these powers.โ€ โ€œHe steals twenty-grand in jewelry, and the whole store doesnโ€™t see it?โ€ โ€œWatch the video, Chief. Nobody even reacts to the alarm until heโ€™s gone.โ€ โ€œDressed as a chicken?โ€ โ€œFlaunting his telepathic invisibility?โ€ โ€œGreat. A comedian ESPer making a quick bokโ€ฆโ€ I walk into a calm, quiet room of meditating monks. The old man sits to rest. โ€œThis is our vanguard against the Great Beast Mind.โ€ โ€œMartial artists?โ€ I ask. โ€œPsychics,โ€ my guide answers. โ€œWarriors of the mind holding a depraved astral god at bay.โ€ Archways honeycomb the non-Euclidean ruin. โ€œRโ€™lyehian design,โ€ the professor nods. His daughter steps inside. โ€œLots of entrances.โ€ โ€œNo, waitโ€”โ€ Her step exits an archway two stories above him. โ€œMany exits to a tesseract,โ€ he says. โ€œOnly one entrance.โ€

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