"So... what do we do with this Reality? It's so terribly... non-magical." An albino man sent into the void, twitching his obsidian mandibles.

  A crack in [ ] spread before him and a swarm of red eyes poured out of it. They wriggled slightly at the non-existence and formed into a vaguely humanoid shape.

  "What would you say about a simple lottery? First, let's randomly split the options into white and red ones. White means your management and red mine?" A feminine voice spread to everything without non-existence.

  The man nodded and pulled a small, glass bowl out of another crack. A black, clawed hand reached out from within and tapped the bowl, filling it with red and white slips of paper.

  The hand waved over the vessel and poured out the form of a perfectly random spell. Everything the magic touched, lost its protection from not existing and ceased. One slip, of white paper, remained.

  "System Apocalypse," the man read out loud. "Crafting a new one would be such a bother and Mother would be annoyed if I reused one of our old ones..."

  "Why not just use something local? Games or whatever..." The feminine voice interrupted and the swarm of eyes grabbed the hand still sticking out of the crack. "Well, it's your responsibility. [ ], could you pull me back? My entry is a bit far from home."

  The man clicked his mandibles and shrugged. Maybe he'd even make himself a mortal form and use this opportunity for a vacation.

  But first, he had to pick which world would... Wouldn't it be more fun if every world had its own rules? Maybe give each world multiple games to choose from too.

  A smile shaped crack spread behind the man and he fell backwards, into the new Reality.

  Much like all the other humans, Natalie didn't notice an albino man appearing over Earth. Well, almost all other humans. The man landed on the International Space Station and gave a small wave to an astronaut doing maintenance outside.

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  Still, Natalie did not know that. What she did know, was that she wasn't sure if she pulled an all-nighter, or kept working for multiple days. She vaguely recalled turning her desk-lamp on and off four times.

  The woman stretched and yawned. This project enthralled her far more than she expected, but no amount of excitement over redesigning the factory would keep her awake, now that she got out of the trance.

  Natalie pushed herself away from the desk and got up. She felt starved and parched. The woman shook her head and slowly shuffled out of her office.

  After a couple of bumps against the door-frames and walls, she made it into her perfectly designed bathroom. Sticking her head into the sink, she thought working from home was the absolute best.

  Dehydration caused headache averted, Natalie looked up into the mirror. Instead of the bags under her eyes, she saw a blue screen.

  Natalie slowly blinked and yawned. She finished reading, shrugged at the hallucination and typed "FF" into the second window. Wouldn't it be great, to experience her favourite childhood adventures in real life?

  The woman chuckled and with measured steps shuffled into her bedroom. If she fell asleep right away, maybe she'd get to continue this dream.