Dimension hopper

They say every choice we make creates a different timeline, another dimension. Most people never see the ripples. But I do. I have long forgotten my original timeline. I don’t belong to any one world. I walk the threads that bind the realms together — broken futures, forgotten gods, cities that breathe, skies that bleed. Each door I pass through leads somewhere stranger. Some call it a gift. Most call it a curse. I have learned to exploit this gift and hop from one dimension to another. There’s something hunting me across the dimensions now. It wears different faces, speaks in forgotten tongues, and it’s closing in, fast. The rules of reality are different out here. Good thing I stopped playing by the rules a long time ago.