
We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars
We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars
As much as it seems like you own my heart
It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart
Torn to shreds and cast asunder - the human world is but one of them, cast in the brimming light of a blue moon they cannot call their own. Strangers poor into every crevice, nook and cranny, of their worlds dark corners, from where leylines converge and an unfathomable bridge has formed. Some of them are found, strewn about, bloodless and half-eaten, with puncture wounds on their necks and rows of teeth akin to that of a beast having torn and ripped away at their muscles, sinews and flesh. Others lose their minds, change their entire demeanor overnight, as if something were to haunt or possess them, claim their routine and body for themselves - witches ride brooms across the ever-expanding blue moon, basking in it's limelight, and stray cats and dogs turn into fellow people infront of their very eyes, all while a headless rider might just show up to refuel their bike at the next gas station, to pay with coins not of this world. One would think the world to have always been like that, but in reality, humans know quite little about those magical strangers and the world that they could just get swallowed up by, if they were to stray too far into one of those new hotspots that popped up over night, several weeks ago. But why is that? No one seems to know - not when those worlds were never one to begin with, and preciously few humans know of the other world to begin with, as they are nothing more than prey to most of it's inhabitants anyway.
While many struggle to fix what doesn't seem to be a problem to others, one must wonder why any of this happened to begin wit: The leylines have never interconnected themselves like this before, never allowed a seamless passage into either world, and yet, it all seemingly started at a random corner on a rainy day a month ago, where a random human pedestrian turned and instead of walking into his apartment complex into the human world, found themselves in the middle of the production floor of a factory in the magical world. Isolated incidents happen, one would think, but there was soon more than this one man, in more spots than a factory - but it wasn't just humans; beasts also strayed into the human world, finding themselves in random living rooms of dimly-lit apartments, or never-before seen parks after taking a, seemingly normal, step. Others welcome this change, yet most don't - one of them X, a powerful mage trusted with many a disastrous artifact, who runs a cornershop for magical thingamajigs and other sorts of junk on a leyline, and with the help of an old find, in both worlds. Up until now, that had worked in his favor; his store existed in both worlds, accessible to both human and magical clientele, able to satisfy even the most questionable of palates. Nobody was questioning how it worked, or even necessarily knew that it worked, until it stopped working reliably a week or three ago - humans that entered the shop and left through the seemingly right door would find themselves in the middle of an unfamiliar square, while bloodsuckers or fellow mages would walk right into a busy human street. Something was off. Horribly off. X, tasked with keeping many a artifact save from preying eyes, finds that his store isn't the only place where leylines have started converging, where worlds are melting into one another, but also that that specific artifact seems to have gone missing, overnight and without a trace, thrusting the worlds into an imbalanced tug-of-war.
With the worlds converging, and X as seemingly the only person sane enough to even attempt to fix the newfound problem - as is his duty - it's a race against time. Surely, he can rely on someone else to come help and fix the problem, but his best guess is Y - his ex, who seems to find joy in criticizing his every business decision. Well, it could be worse, right? Besides, an unlikely duo saving not one, but two worlds, ought to be one of the better paying gigs (if only in acknowledgement and therefore boosted sales for his store) this side of the century.
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Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.