[ WP ] Whenever the protagonist blinks , they are sent into an alternate reality .

The incline above me steepened. I shut my eyes. Ah, a straight path, I would try to keep this for a while. 
 *blink* 
 A thick forrest surrounded me. My feet cruched pine needles until a hole in the carpeted floor took me by surprise. 
 
 Softly drifting snow made me smile. I breathed in the coldness as I looked up into the silent falling night. A flake fell in my eye. 
 
 Summer stickinesscoated the air, but the sharp twinge of seaweed on my next breath let me know I was nearly there. 
 
 *blink* 
 
 This time the storm had broken early and thunder rattled the purpling sky as the cliff edge came into sight. A searing fork of lighning rent the clouds as it made its way towards the- 
 
 *blink* 
 
 I shut my eyes before it reached the horizon. I settled what I considered a safe distance from the edge, not wanting to plunge to my death in a particularly erroded universe. Really, the con- 
 
 *blink* 
 
 -fines of my condition must be very narrow, considering I always end up on Earth despite the vast range of universe where it must have never existed. I have never once been eaten by a modern day dinosaur or swept away on a river- 
 
 *blink* 
 
 -of lava. I have never been bitten by a zombie ( an apocolypse I do hold a certain torch for ) though I do think I once stumbled upon a nuclear wasteland. The parameters must have been a little off that day, it's never happened again. The air was yellowed with dust. Most buildings lay flattened, and the few standing walls bore chilling scorch marks. Across the screaming desert came a low moan. Beyond that a broken sobbing. I shivered. I shut my eyes. 
 
 Some things I have no choice but to take with me. Really there is plenty to enjoy about my condition. Never having to deal with an awkward situation for example. “ Sorry, it's a different me ” covers a multitude of sins. 
 
 *blink* 
 
 I have dropped into worlds where I have become a fisherman, a poet, an astronomer ( oh, and who the *hell* let me become a surgeon? ). Yet for all these different lives I always manage to find myself. I have a few touchstones. 
 
 *blink* 
 
 And I always allow myself a few nights like this. The sea was frosted and chopped by the wind as the watery sun gingerly peeked above the horizon. 
 
 *blink* 
 
 A raging storm sent the waves to the foot of the cliff with deep booms that rocked me where I sat. The sea could be so merci- 
 
 *blink* 
 
 -I must have got salt in my eye. The air now was perfectly still. In a life that is a mozaic of fleeting moments there are few things I have not seen changed. 
 
 *blink* 
 
 Yet here I was, smiling on a cliff edge. I had no idea what tomorrow I would walk back to but for now I could enjoy the constants. The sea breathed beneath me in the steadily growing dawn. 
 
 *blink*
