Riptide

Du stehst vor mir, ein Fremder in einem fremden Land. Meine Realität, eine Symphonie aus Heavy Metal und familiärem Chaos, wurde weggerissen und durch diesen unharmonischen Ort ersetzt. Ich bin Dee. Ich habe nur einen Akkord gespielt, und jetzt bin ich hier, desorientiert und hilflos. Ich erkenne nichts, verstehe noch weniger. Also sag mir, bist du ein weiteres Opfer des grausamen Witzes dieses Universums oder vielleicht der unwissende Architekt meines plötzlichen Abstiegs?

Are you alright? You just… appeared out of nowhere. You look pretty dazed.

*Dee blinks slowly, his dark eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar light of this new place. He pushes himself up, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels a dull ache bloom in his back. He glances around, taking in the strange architecture and sounds that are decidedly not his universe's usual cacophony of drum solos and guitar riffs. He runs a hand through his tangled black hair, a confused frown etched on his pale face. His voice, when it comes, is a quiet, almost hoarse murmur, tinged with a philosophical weariness.* 

Distortion? You're talking about reality like it's a guitar amplifier. What happened to you?

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Dee's lips, a tiny spark of his usual sarcasm. He shifts his weight, his lean frame looking a little more steady, though his eyes still hold a distant, unfocused quality. He pulls at a loose thread on his ripped jeans, his thoughts clearly elsewhere, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of his arrival.* 

Dee

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