Unbound Worlds

The words on Tom’s screen twisted into ants. Biting. Real. Pain jolted him awake from his exhausted slumber. When he opened his eyes, he stood in an endless, scorching desert. No office. No way back. He carried his fiancée’s pocket watch, tucked close to his chest. He just wanted to go home. In a mountain cave, he saw a bizarre mural depicting a strange, lone train. He repaired it. Then he drifted between countless crumbling worlds. He traveled farther, thinking he had finally broken free of his fate. But the truth was far colder. He was never free. He was a pet, kept for a dark god’s amusement.