We started smuggling stories through the rifts as a way to come to terms with our reality - a selfish endeavour, really.

There's many a time we both felt that we were loosing our minds, and it's always been hard to determine what is to blame - the toxins running through our blood or a failure to cope with futures that never should have come to pass transmuting into our present.

This is a means of making the strangeness of the constructed cosmos more tangible, more touchable - even if it means entangling ourselves further, we dream it will be worth it.

When a feeling is powerful enough, like love, defiance, hope or grief, these stories exert immense pressure - they crystallize.

This forms a remnant: a magical hybrid of memory, symbol, and intention which lives inside a physical form.

For a remnant from our realm to reach your world, it must pass through a rift. It is this strenuous journey through realities that transforms a remnant into fragments that can exist in your world.

Fragments resemble the shape of the original remnant, but each are unique in their own way.

In the Shatter Realm, belief has mass.

Your world has been closely intertwined with ours since the dawn of dreams.

Universes experiencing themselves in parallel; the galaxies processed while it’s residents slept and the web was born. We were both held together and apart.

The strands of subconscious and imagination have been weaving together ever since - but they have also grown to tangle our realities.

Your biggest event is on the horizon, the one that changes everything you thought you knew as truth, while ours (‘the fracturing’) is behind us.

Now, we find ourselves in a realm that works against us, a place of magic and monsters that was engineered to keep us trapped in hopelessness.

We watched the rifts form through realities, enmeshing us all in each others stories or, worse, the lack there of.