[Welcome, traveler. Join me on this adventure and please leave your comments as we go along.]
…Sometimes, half asleep or delirious, like from behind a paper wall, we hear in our minds strange words or see strange pictures. Shadows or glimpses of what didn’t happen, won’t happen, wouldn’t happen. Or did it, will it, would it? How could the impossible be possible? How could an ordinary being comprehend that and after… go back to live an ordinary life? [по-русски]
…If the retreat at the Crossroads looked as a giant spaceship mostly buried underground, that’s because it really was. Like a metallic iceberg the very top of which was just above the surface. In the gaps between blossoming vines travelers could see dull bronze shine of an otherworldly contraption, all rivets and elegant curves.
Soon the hostess would come out, barefoot, ageless, long worn out dress with unearthly patterns, messy hair. She would offer a cup of herbal tea at a wooden table in a wild lush garden. Her large mysterious blue eyes would carefully study you. If you are lucky she would offer a room to stay. Inside you’ll find aged red damask fabric on the walls, plenty of dull metal and other discolorated leftovers of once rich alien interior. The hostess will talk to you a bit. Be honest because lying won’t work. Be honest and you might hear a story or two of traveling between worlds, of danger and laughter, of friendship and love. She will talk to you because she is waiting and had been waiting for a very long time. She need to know when a right person will knock on her oval alien door…
Please choose your main character:
- A young woman from 1990s Russia exploring the Multiverse.
- A man with special abilities (and many secrets) travelling in space.
- A young woman escaping from a planetary civilization collapsing during a civil war.
- A couple from 2010s Wales, discovering an strange eco-village being built in a neighboring valley.