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below her. The rocky terrain smoothed out into an endless gray sheet of nothing. Translucent blobs moved ungracefully through the air, some alert, some weary. They resembled nothing, mear specks of illusion. The man turned to Ila and waved a flourished hand across the landscape. “Welcome, Ila, to the Vorus afterlife. Your mother is waiting.”
Slowly, the blobs took shape. Ila’s eyes sorted them into humanoid figures. “They’re ghosts.” Ila whispered. If she stared hard enough, kept her eyes focused on one figure, staining not to see through it, Ila could make out the shape of a human.
“We’re ghosts,” The elder corrected as he caught the eye of one of the ghosts. A sharp flicker of recognition passed between them, and it floated obediently to Ila’s side. When it drew closer, the form materialized. A small, curved nose hooked over a patch of freckles. Narrow eyes glimmered behind long eyelashes. She looked strikingly like Ila, faded as she was. Her pupils and irises were merely pale glowing orbs, whitish blue. Skin and hair alike was a pale contrast to Ila’s. Faded. A person who had been bleached into translucency.
“My precious child.” She spoke gently, a floating voice, thin as it passed through the hollow air. She wrapped her arms around Ila’s shoulders. They were cold. “Why are you here?” Her voice turned into one of heartbreak. Was this Ila’s mother?
“I don’t know.” Ila pleaded desperately. “I was asleep. I dreamed I was fighting monsters and I didn’t win. I want answers..”
“Was it of other-worldly hideousness?” The elderly man asked. “Claws and scales and talons?”
“How did you know?”
“That was no dream. The Ogra are no figment of your imagination.”
“That’s impossible.” No such monster existed on earth. No possible lab mutation could create a race like them. Only the twisted mind of a human could imagine a creature as bloodthirsty and ruthless, cruel as the Ogra.
“Nothing is impossible.” Ila’s mother cut her off and took over the lecture. “You do not dream like normal people. Since you were a baby you had one skill, a vital skill, that kept you alive while others died. You can break the fourth wall.”
“The Fourth what?” Wasn’t that a comic thing?
“The Fourth Wall is the barrier that separates realities. It is impenetrable, unbreakable, unreachable for all, save the Ogra, the most bloodthirsty monsters in every reality. And, you.
“By the time you were born, we knew our extinction was inevitable. We had the best weapons, made of Amnirite, the only metal able to kill the Ogra. We had evacuation measures under way. We barricaded and bunkered and fought. But the Ogra are many, strong, bloodthirsty and ruthless.” Ila’s mother broke off, raising a bent finger to her lips as if to hold back words.
“We survived the siege for several days, but we could not win. Our last hope of survival, our last hope of our species continuing, was you. A miracle child, who could break the Fourth Wall and live on another reality.” The man said. Ila knew she should feel bad. An emotion evoking speech had been
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