Delia was caught in a world of combatting thoughts that kept pushing her away then pulling her in, and a luminescence that drew her to the phantoms outside her window. When the two finally collided into a pull, Delia conceded and chose a pair of eyes to her far right. Another whisk into a parallel universe, and Delia was in the passenger seat of her car, watching herself drive down the long, winding roads of the forest. She examined the driver, somewhat surprised at noting the difference between the brave, blue-eyed adventurer and the panicked brown-eyed worrywart who checked the mirrors every few seconds and hit the brakes more often than needed. Here she was, two deaths in and prepared for another one, on a journey of either her mind’s making or a powerful entity she couldn’t understand, much less...

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