LOGINDream's POV Light. That is the first thing I notice. Not blinding. Not harsh. Just soft morning light pushing its way across my eyelids like it has always belonged there. I inhale slowly, expecting the air to taste of smoke or static or the metallic tension that fills a collapsing world. Instead it tastes clean. Still. Familiar. For a moment, I lie still and wait for the trembling in the ground or the sound of the countdown. None of it comes. The silence stretches around me, warm and complete. I open my eyes. I am in my bed. The ceiling is smooth again. The cracks are gone. The room is bright. My nightstand is exactly where it should be. My clock ticks normally, like nothing ever tried to end. The world is peaceful. Completely, painfully peaceful. My first breath is steady. My second one fractures in my chest. Gloss. I sit up too fast. My vision blurs with the sudden shock of movement, but my hands are already grabbing at the sheets, the mattress, the space beside me. Emp
Gloss POV Time stops the moment those cold words scrape across my mind. Confirmed. Real body termination initiated. Everything freezes around me, as if the world cannot decide whether to keep me alive or let me dissolve. My breath catches in my throat. My pulse stutters. I feel Dream’s grip around me, strong and desperate, like he is trying to anchor me to a world that is already slipping between my fingers. Then, without warning, a soft light settles around us. It floats in the air like dust caught in a sunbeam. Warm. Still. Quiet. The kind of quiet that feels almost sacred. The countdown stops. The shaking ground stills. The broken sky pauses in its cracking. Even Dream’s heartbeat halts against my chest. Only the light moves, pulsing gently, wrapping around me in a way I never expected anything system related could. I blink at it, waiting for the cold mechanical voice to return and drag me back into panic. Instead, when the voice finally comes, something in it is different.
Gloss POV The countdown echoed through my skull like a heartbeat that did not belong to me. It vibrated in the air, in the cracks of the sky, in the trembling ground beneath our feet. It felt like the whole world held its breath. “Ten seconds remaining.” The words circled my mind again and again, heavy and cold. Dream pulled me close like he was trying to shield me from everything, even from time itself. His hands tightened around me, warm and desperate, as the world continued collapsing around us. The sky split open in jagged streaks. Buildings lost their shape. The streets flickered into long lines of white code. The air thinned, then thickened, then thinned again. Every breath tasted wrong, and every sound carried the sharp edge of an ending. Dream held my face, his own shaking with fear he tried so hard to hide. I felt the tremor in his fingers, the fast rise and fall of his chest. His eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were glassy, full of worry and pain. “Gloss,” he whi
Dream's POV Gloss’s silence settled like a stone inside my chest. The moment those words left my mouth, the moment I whispered “Forget me? Gloss?” everything inside me twisted. He looked shattered, trembling, eyes wide with panic and confusion. I stepped toward him, reaching for him because I could feel him slipping away, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, torn between two worlds I never meant to place him between. Before I could say more, the world around us cracked. At first, it was a faint sound, like thin ice under pressure. A sharp, crisp line sliced across the sky, glowing white for one long second before spreading. Another crack followed, this one louder. The sky split open as if some unseen hand had taken a hammer to my reality. Pieces of the clouds shattered like glass and disappeared into the void. The city buildings around us flickered in and out, their foundations melting into glowing grids before blinking back as unstable outlines. The world I wished int
Gloss POV The air hung heavy around me, thick with static and the unrelenting hum of the system in overdrive. My vision flickered, the corrupted code of the collapsing world still spiraling in impossible angles, yet somehow sharper now, more precise, as if the system had narrowed its focus directly on me. Every particle of light, every shard of digital residue seemed to pulse in rhythm with my racing heart. And then the message appeared, abrupt, chilling, final. Two choices. I froze before the interface, my chest tightening with the weight of the words. The letters glowed red, vibrating violently, as if the system itself trembled at the enormity of the ultimatum it was about to force me to confront. Choice one: Remain in Dream’s world, stay in this fractured, manufactured reality… and cease existing in my true body. Fade into this life that had been built from a wish, a fantasy stitched together across timelines and impossible circumstances. My life here, my memories, my bond wit
Gloss POV I couldn’t breathe. Not really. Not fully. My chest tightened like someone had wrapped iron bands around it, and my hands shook as if my body refused to acknowledge the truth my mind had just been forced to swallow. Everything Dream had confessed, everything I had felt in these past weeks, suddenly fractured. The warmth, the longing, the affection, the love… it all sat on a knife’s edge now, teetering dangerously between reality and illusion. I was living inside a wish. Not just any wish. His wish. Dream’s desperate, unrelenting, impossible wish. The one that had bent the rules of worlds, stitched together timelines, and brought me… Sky Templeton… into this reality as someone I had never been meant to be. As someone who existed only because he had wished it so. I stared at my hands, flexing my fingers, trying to ground myself. They looked normal, but even that certainty felt fragile. The edges of the hospital room around me trembled, the soft hum of the machinery a wave





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