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“The stars are mute/The moon without pity/As waves of blood roll over the city/It’s not a rehearsal or special effects/It’s the end of the story/It’s what happens next/…I saw a chapel made of gold/The light was so blue, and the air was so cold/Terrible sound on a microphone/As the rats kept rhythm on chicken bones.” — PM Dawn, “If You Never Say Goodbye” 10 Years Later… December, 2025 Winter had come again on Mewni. It was the type of day that, while the cold was biting one’s nose and making it run to win the race, they wouldn’t care. The day was just too gorgeous as th

“Before you slip into unconsciousness\I’d like to have another kiss\Another flashing chance at bliss\Another kiss, another kiss\The days are bright and filled with pain\Enclose me in your gentle rain\The time you ran was too insane\We’ll meet again, we'll meet again.” — The Doors, “Crystal Ship” It had only been an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Star had been trudging across the icy planes of wherever they were, dragging Marco behind her. Thankfully, the storm had cleared, allowing her to at least see the outlines of the mountains. She looked back at Marco, who was still clutching his chest; he

“This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full and descend. A horse is white of the eyes and dark within.” — The Woodsman, “Twin Peaks: The Return” “Sleepless night/Holding on to the fear/Trying to get free from self doubt/The truth is a hard thing to hear.” — Dana Jean Phoenix, “Don’t Let Go” “Jackie!” Marco and Star blurted out together before Marco continued, “How did you get here? I thought you were staying back on Earth.” “And who are these two amazing looking strangers?” Star asked, equally dumbfounded while standing to her f

“Ocean pulls me close\And whispers in my ear\The destiny I've chose\All becoming clear\The currents have their say\The time is drawing near\Washes me away\Makes me disappear\And I descend from grace\In arms of undertow\I will take my place\In the great below.” — Nine Inch Nails Arriving at the other side, the group were not prepared to see the bizarre surrealist plane where they now stood. They appeared to be at the edge of some ruins, though the smooth, alabaster walls suggested it was still in good condition. The walls themselves seemed to be of a checkered design, the large square holes leading to some far grimier, jagg

Gravity Falls, Oregon, June 30th, 2015 The three made their way up the path to the cabin. The morning sun was barely rising, though they could not see it on the horizon through the dense forest. It was actually a familiar path for the group, but for some reason, it felt different this time, as though there were slight alterations to the surroundings that made it an altogether different place. Perhaps the trees had grown larger, perhaps the group had grown taller since their growth spurts over the past three years, or perhaps it was simply the reason they were hiking to the cabin in the first place, the fact that an otherwise normal family h

 The group continued to make their way through the halls, the lights still dim and the carpet still damp. After everything that had happened, there was still a collective agitation between them. It still felt like they had been walking in circles. “If the hallways keep shifting,” Dipper began to ask, “how are we going to get where we need to go?” “I was able to find you guys,” Mabel answered, “It can’t be that hard, right? You know those puzzles with the shifting pictures that are supposed to make a larger picture? I don’t always have an idea of how to get them all in place, but I know

 As Jackie looked out the window at the dim yet lucid stars and the calm, glimmering waves, all while feeling the Antarctic rocking of the boat, it was no surprise that she drifted off to sleep peacefully, her mind allowing her to drift into the blackness of the dream lands for which she would surely find herself. This feeling of absolute tranquility was unfortunately short lived, as Jackie found herself standing on a granite surface, glazed with what she thought was either rain or sea water. She looked up to find herself in what looked like a vast, twisted city, its cyclopian towers bending and distorting at odd angles. The only thing she fe

“We didn’t start the fire/It was always burning since the world’s been turning/We didn’t start the fire/No, we didn’t light it, but we tried to fight it…But when we are gone/It will still go on and on and on and on…” — Billy Joel October 16th, 1986 “Earth Music Night,” read the sign above the door, advertising this evening’s theme for the dance party goers, all of them eagerly paying the horned, pig-faced doorman before rushing into the opening to hopefully dance their cares away from the week’s hustle and bustle. The princess of Mewni watched from across the clo

 Star and Marco arrived on the other side of the portal, expecting to find the lair of the beast they had just fought. What the found instead was what looked like the hallway of some old Victorian manor. Marco had to stop himself before running into one of the red walls with various paisley swirls across them. “Whoa,” Marco yelped, “Was NOT expecting a wall there.” “And Marco,” Star muttered, “before you ask, I have nooooo idea where we are.” The portal closed behind them. The two looked both ways down the hall, which was dimly lit by black iron gas lamps that protruded from the walls. T

“You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.”  ― Chuck Palahniuk THE PREVIOUS DAY... “Now really isn’t the time, Miss Thomas,” Selene said, brushing past Jackie and running over to Sol, “There’s kind of a big crisis at hand.” “Well, on the bright side,” Sol began in a cheerful voice, “I guess if he’s out doing stuff, then we can go home?” His smile widened, and his free hand gave a thumbs up, as if trying to get Selene’s permission for them to go back to their own time and dimension. The gremlin in the net in his o