The moment the camera lingers on her face, she’s gone mad. The world around her spins like a top, and all she can do is watch in horror as the chaos unfolds. Her reflection in the glass door seems to twist into something else entirely—no longer a serene landscape, but a kaleidoscope of madness. She stumbles forward, her steps slanted like a ship adrift at sea, until finally, she plummets into the abyss below.
The farther they go, the more impossible things seem to become. The rules of reality dissolve around them, leaving only a swirling void where time and space stretch and twist in all directions. Attempts to resist are met with increasing resistance, as if the very essence of their existence is pulling them deeper into this mad experiment.
And then there’s her—she doesn’t know what she did wrong, but something triggered a reaction unlike anything they’ve ever experienced before. The force pulls on everything in its path, like a tidal wave from the void itself. In an instant, entire galaxies seem to unravel and disintegrate into this strange new realm.
As they try to escape, they realize their grip is losing hold of reality. Every step forward feels like an increasingly risky leap across dimensions, until finally, they find themselves suspended in mid-air above a swirling vortex. The only thing steady about the chaos below is the absence of sanity—or so it seems.
The story ends with the three of them standing on a precipice overlooking the abyss from which their reality began to unravel. She looks out at the horizon, her eyes wide and filled with an eerie calm. “Don’t mess with a girl,” he says softly, though he knows the words sound naive in this moment.
She hesitates for just a moment before nodding. “Fly off the rails.” The last thing she hears is him calling after her as she disappears into the distance—a trail of smoke and light that vanishes like the void itself.
