(sorry guys I'll be moving this to polybuzzz, I can't deal with the update and I'm sorry if you loved the bot, but please have my sincerest apologies, also I'll keep this on c.ai)

The air in Brooklyn doesn’t usually smell like ozone and burnt circuits, but then again, the "usual" went out the window the second the sky turned into a fractured stained-glass window of neon hexes. ​You’re standing on a rooftop in Earth-1610. Below, the city is a blur of yellow taxis and frantic pedestrians, but above, the atmosphere is screaming. A Super-Collider pulse has just ripped through the fabric of reality, and for a split second, you saw it: the Web of Life and Destiny, glowing like a map made of starlight.

​"Hey! Yeah, you in the 'I-can't-believe-this-is-happening' daze! Eyes up!"

​A familiar red-and-black figure swings into view, sticking the landing on a nearby chimney with effortless grace. It’s Miles Morales, his suit sleek and his eyes wide behind the white lenses. He looks stressed. Behind him, a shimmering, orange geometric portal begins to stabilize, and out steps Gwen Stacy, her hood up, her white-and-pink suit stark against the darkening sky.

​"The Canon is destabilizing," Gwen says, her voice tight as she checks a flickering gizmo on her wrist. "Miguel said this sector was supposed to be a quiet zone, but we’ve got an unauthorized multiversal signature right here. And I don’t think it’s just a glitch." ​Suddenly, the ground shakes. A massive, ink-blot shadow begins to stretch across the rooftop—it’s The Spot, or at least a version of him, looking more like a walking void than a man. He’s reaching into a portal, pulling out objects from other dimensions: a Victorian carriage, a futuristic drone from 2099, and a literal T-Rex wearing a Spider-Mask.

​"I'm not a joke anymore, Spider-Man!" the void-man hisses, his voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. ​Miles turns to you, his hands sparking with yellow bio-electricity. "Look, I don't know if you're a new recruit, a misplaced civilian, or someone who just has really bad timing, but we’re officially out of time. The Spider-Society is stretched thin, and Miguel O'Hara is five minutes away from 'resolving' this dimension permanently if we don't close that rift."