[ WP ] You gain the ability to shift between dimensions , going from a parallel world to another . The differences between these Earths are first small but slowly you notice that they 're getting progressively worse ...

It's been a while now since I discovered that I was different. I had the ability to shunt between worlds, a sort of interdimensional hop between possibilities. The rifts open and close as they please, I do n't control them. But 9 months ago, I was in a dark place, angry at the world and everyone around me. I went to bed, shaking off the disappointments of another daily grind. Woken by a pale, pastel-blue light, I vaguely remember inspecting it, thinking it was a dream. It rippled slightly in the draft, bringing with it a faint scent of plantlife. In a haze of desperation, tiredness and pure unbridled curiosity, I hurled myself through the aperture into another world. 
 
 This one had minimal difference, I soon discovered. I thought it another dream, until I realized that I was bleeding. Dreams do n't bleed. Hauling myself out of bed and getting ready, I managed to chronicle two things about this apparent new world. 
 
 1 ) The leaves were red. 
 
 2 ) I was currently floating. 
 
 Not like that bullshit in the movies, where Superman or whatever hovers gracefully around the heads of an adoring fanbase. Trying to move around in this world was like trying to climb up a waterslide. Nothing gave purchase, and the few things that I was able to grab onto gave me no leverage. 
 
 I hovered like this for some time, bumping into things, filling the virgin air of this brand new universe with fresh profanities, and trying various attempts at self-harm in the desperate hope that this was still a dream. Perhaps half an hour later, another rift opened, slicing blue light into the air. I found traction on a floating picture frame and *jumped*, the first time I had felt real control in this strange new world. Gliding through the rift, I immediately felt my body right itself under gravity's confines again, and was met with yet another painful welcome. 
 
 It continued on like this for some time, me discovering the occasionally frustrating and sometimes disturbing parameters of all these universes. Some were unnerving, some were barely changed from my'orginal' universe, and still others were just... strange. Over the course of my travels, I discovered how to open the rifts at will, concentrating for a couple of seconds and being greeted by that familiar pale blue glow again. It was n't too hard to find worlds I could sleep in, that had agreeable inhabitants or just seemed empty. Some were dangerous, of course, and I spent too many nights cold, alone, and shivering in fear of some eight-legged monstrosity with three too many eyes. But it was nothing if not exciting, and I came to live for the pleasure of the jump, and the sweet new scent of discovering and exploring a brand new universe. 
 
 I shifted once more, saying goodbye to a world where it appeared to rain green, and where the dogs grew four eyes. When first falling out of this rift, to an uninviting welcome and the intense displeasure of a stray cat, I was convinced that this was yet another world whose inhabitants mirrored mine, if not for the presence of the angelic choir, or the wings now flitting lazily behind the cat. Having mused to myself that the leaves seemed unnaturally red, I opened the door and stepped into paradise. 
 
 That is, I stepped into what *looked* like paradise. 
 
 Sure, the floor was clouds and the gates were pearly, and you could look up and see winged beings flitting across the sky. But something felt... off about this one, a strange sense of danger that I could not place. It was at that moment that I looked behind me to take stock of my surroundings, and my shadow did not follow me. It instead stopped where it was, and slowly turned its head to look at me. Which of course is when I noticed the mountains of white piled in the distance were composed of skulls. I then noticed the mass of black seeping towards me, oozing across the landscape like blood. Heading straight for me. Jolted by this revelation, I promptly screamed, in a brave battle cry against the forces of darkness corrupting this seeming utopia. I then commenced a tactical retreat, obviously with the intent of coming back to this place at a later date, with a full company of reinforcements. I was still howling a fearsome battle cry when the rift opened and I emerged into... 
 
 Into... 
 
 Well. 
 
 A hellish pastiche of crimson and orange bloomed before me, and even as the howling of the wraiths faded with the rift's passing I became aware of the stifling heat pervading the air. Columns of flame leapt up before me, and the howling of something unknown to man or beast screamed down from atop a pillar of- 
 
 Nah. I was out of there, I'm not stupid, just naive. Even I know that when you open a portal to Hell, you get out. 
 
 I emerged scowling, and I spent a few seconds removing the ash from my boots and the sweat beads from my skin, before looking around. Nothing had tried to kill me in those precious moments, so I assumed that it could n't be that bad at all now, could it? 
 
 Yeah, should probably have known better than to say shit like that. 
 
 It was a dark rocky outcropping, just like the ones you'd find on a tour to the Grand Canyon, a jagged piece of obsidian-black rock that jutted out from... 
 
 Uh. 
 
 The dark rock seemed to stretch on forever in one direction, looping off into the black unknown. And at the end of the rock was eternity. I know it sounds over-dramatic, but really. You had to see it for yourself. The endless abyss, broken only by the sharp twinkle of a star, gaped open ahead of me. It was awe-inspiring, sanity-defying, more incredibly *huge* than anything I had seen in 8 months of world hopping, and it was a damn fine place to take a nap. Because when you've been chased by shadow monsters and opened a portal to hell on the same day, making camp on the edge of a bottomless chasm of cosmos does n't seem too bad. 
 
 That's when a massive claw closed around me, and dragged me an indeterminable distance before jolting to a stop right before an endless set of jaws. Really, when I have to use both `` indeterminable'' and `` endless'' in the same sentence, I probably should n't be here anyway. 
 
 Fuck. 
 
 I tried to summon another rift, but found myself suffocated when I tried to do so, a presence closing around my mind and holding it until I screamed, in pain and terror. 
 
 It stopped. 
 
 I began to get a very real, very scary sense that something was watching me. I approached this *thing*, the only monster capable of stopping my ability from occurring, with the utmost discretion and discipline. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 A harsh laugh came rolling back after a minute of silence, which made me feel very, very small indeed. 
 
 `` And you had the *audacity* to think that you could do this? That you could hop between the Realms of the Living, tearing up plans that took longer to conceive than your mortal life could even *think of? *'' The last parts came out in a bellow, a grating, raspy yet incredibly deep voice that just made me feel way, way out of my depth. 
 
 `` You have used this power irresponsibly, mortal, and now you have reached the End of All Things. You will die in the Outworld, alone and universes away from what you know. I will make it quick.'' 
 
 I tried to scream, but was again blocked, trapped like a prisoner in my own body by this immensely powerful creature. It lifted me again, and I vaguely got the impression of a massive maw before I began to plummet into the infinite darkness. I got the sense that air *should* be rushing by me, but it was n't 
 
 I was going... 
 
 going... 
 
 Gone.
