Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot tugged at the rip in the sky, making it big enough to step through. He saw a wonderment: a vast confluence of gears turning slowly, teeth meshing in an intricate dance. Some of the gears had stars stuck to them. Others had pieces of the sun embedded in them like jewels. Everywhere fairies flitted about, lighting on gears for a few seconds, then moving on. As Toybels looked closer, he saw they held tiny oil cans. A great clanging noise erupted around him. Fairies turned to look at him. They gathered into a herd and flew toward him.

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