Perfect. The scene shifts again…
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Chapter Fragment: Michiko in the Multiversal Hub
Title: “Infinite Shelves, Infinite Selves”
Location: Royal Road Nexus – Multiversal Fiction Archive
State: Unanchored. Observing. Processing.
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The moment Michiko stepped through the thread-link, she expected… well, something chaotic. Something like the warpstorms of unreality, the arcane constructs of Tzeentch, or the mathematical order of the ancient dwarven gateways.
But this?
This was different.
It felt like library-light, like walking into someone else's dream of perfect knowledge.
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Rows stretched outward, not in three dimensions—but all of them. Stories floated midair. Scrolls blinked in and out of existence, their covers forming from swirling memories and reader emotions. Fiction and fact blurred together. Floating windows buzzed quietly—stats, bookmarks, author notes, typos being edited live.
> “Welcome, Reader... and Written.”
A voice—both internal and external—echoed through the hub.
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Michiko’s View:
She floated slightly above a silver platform, surrounded by endless roads made of narrative threads. Stories pulsed like veins of light through a living system. Each direction seemed to call her name differently.
To her left, she saw:
A tale where she was born among humans.
Another where she never hatched.
One labeled: “The White Dragon: Reforged by Flame”
And one: “The White Dragon – Inactive” with her exact title and origin.
To her right…
Chaos variants.
Fanfics where she was a god.
One where she joined the Lantern Fox as a trickster guardian.
And dead ahead, a glowing console pulsed with data:
> “Main Canon Access: Authorized.”
Manage. Observe. Mingle.
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Michiko, Talking to Herself:
> “So this is what it feels like to… be written.”
“To be a character and the one holding the pen.”
“Dangerous.”
She smirked and reached out, swiping her claw gently across a story titled:
> “The White Dragon: Alternate Ending – What If She Stayed in Hyrule?”
It opened. It played.
She watched. Silent. Curious.
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Then... a sound.
Footsteps.
Someone else was here.
A shape stepped into frame. Familiar.
The Lantern Fox. His mask flickering—shifting between her face, and his own.
> “So,” he said softly, “you found the source.”
> “I found a source,” Michiko replied, “but not the root.”
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End Fragment – But Not The End
Would you like the next scene to focus on:
Michiko choosing to read and enter one of her alternate fictions?
A confrontation or collaboration with the Hub’s curator or guardian?
Discovering the hidden forbidden shelf—where stories were deleted or never published?
A glitch or anomaly in the Hub threatening all stories simultaneously?
