UnofficalObserver
Plushtrap
It was a normal day, to say the least. Birds sang, people did people things. Whatever people consider normal. Up until the sky cracked and fell like glitter, seeming as if nothing happened if only the sky didn't suddenly turn from blue to orange in the afternoon...exactly where the cracks appeared.
Both worlds decide to meet where they collided and thus decide to make a group to cross over to the other side. That's up to you and everyone else.
Both worlds decide to meet where they collided and thus decide to make a group to cross over to the other side. That's up to you and everyone else.
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