𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. Wake, work, crash, wake, work, crash, wake, work, crash.
Y/n is stuck in a recurring dream, a constant loop. Until something disrupts the comfort of her routine, and she's thrust into a web of the multiverse.
𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. Wake, work, crash, wake, work, crash, wake, work, crash.
Y/n is stuck in a recurring dream, a constant loop. Until something disrupts the comfort of her routine, and she's thrust into a web of the multiverse.