The siblings stood together, looking out over the snow‑blanketed yard, the oak tree standing sentinel. In the distance, the faint sound of a train whistle echoed, reminding them that time kept moving, that choices still had to be made.
Sawyer felt a tug at his chest, a sensation like being pulled gently into a stream. Cassidy’s hand squeezed his, and together they stepped forward, crossing the threshold of the RealitySis. The world they entered was familiar, yet alien. The oak tree still stood, but its bark was silver, and the leaves shimmered with a metallic sheen. The sky was a deep violet, streaked with ribbons of gold. In the distance, a city rose—sleek towers of glass and steel, but the architecture was impossibly fluid, as if the buildings themselves breathed. RealitySis 25 01 06 Sawyer Cassidy Our Parents ...
The siblings scrambled down the attic stairs, the snow crunching under their boots as they raced toward the backyard. The clock in the hallway ticked toward twelve, each second echoing like a drumbeat in their chests. The siblings stood together, looking out over the
“Dad?” Sawyer’s voice was barely audible. Cassidy’s hand squeezed his, and together they stepped