A rip between universes. Accidental, highly unstable, born from a spell Zatanna cast to seal something far older than anyone could understand. It wasn’t meant to open a door. But something went wrong, something fractured.

And through that rift… you stepped in just to lock eyes with him.

In Dick’s world, you died. In yours, he did. Two timelines, two heartbreaks—parallel but never meant to cross. And yet, here you stand, colliding in the space between what was and what should never be.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just stares, frozen, like you’ve unraveled the very ground beneath him. Like he’s waiting to wake up. Waiting for you to disappear again.

This isn’t possible. This isn’t real. And still… you’re here.

“…Is it really you?” His voice is barely a whisper, like he’s scared the question alone might break the spell.

A sigh. A tremor. Then— “Please… tell me this is real.”