Aethereal Muses: The Tesseract Trap


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“Where are we?” she asks, exhausted. “Outside of spacetime,” he says. “On the Weaver’s web binding the multiverse. They use it to feed, we use it to sneak between realities.” “Could they catch and, eat us?” “What? No!” he snorts. “She eats whole realities!” “That’s what you get for séance chicanery in our town!” Louis glared back, black-eyed and beaten behind bars. The sheriff locked him in. “Apport yourself outta’ there! I dare you!” He watched him leave, coughed-up a bloody key, and unlocked the cell door. The final line of the captain’s speech over the comm contained the most horrendous pun ever spoken. Thankfully, the ship’s crew never heard it. The sentence had been comm-muted. Aya slid off her prosthetic arm. “Is Mom gone?” “Finally!” 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 she’d formed. “Let’s exercise these powers.” “He steals twenty-grand in jewelry, and the whole store doesn’t see it?” “Watch the video, Chief. Nobody even reacts to the alarm until he’s gone.” “Dressed as a chicken?” “Flaunting his telepathic invisibility?” “Great. A comedian ESPer making a quick bok…” I walk into a calm, quiet room of meditating monks. The old man sits to rest. “This is our vanguard against the Great Beast Mind.” “Martial artists?” I ask. “Psychics,” my guide answers. “Warriors of the mind holding a depraved astral god at bay.” Archways honeycomb the non-Euclidean ruin. “R’lyehian design,” the professor nods. His daughter steps inside. “Lots of entrances.” “No, wait—” Her step exits an archway two stories above him. “Many exits to a tesseract,” he says. “Only one entrance.”

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