A lone figure floats in the debris-strewn starfield. Their eyes are closed, their face impassive. Mismatched wings flutter, softly, of their own accord. They aren’t possibly doing enough work to keep this figure afloat – and yet, float they do.
The air is quiet here. It’s as if the landscape itself is no more than breathing, its stillness broken only by an occasional twinkle of sound: chimes on the wind? The stuttering tines of a hand-wound music box?
All around, curiosities drift through the starlit void. Lopsided mirrors with tarnished silver frames. Patchwork dolls crisscrossed with stitches. Scattered remnants of a broken castle.
Far below, a checkerboard unfurls.
XX Years Later…
“This… isn’t where I’m supposed to be.
Is it?”
Hi there.
My name is Rem Inverse. I'm a sleepy, sheep(y) demon from a parallel world of dreams and nightmares. Or, at least, I was.
Now I'm stuck on Earth, trapped within a human vessel: an exhausted millennial office worker. After regaining my memories, I made a discovery: I can temporarily assume my true form through the strange, forbidden magics of vtubing and the internet.
Except... well...
Sometimes I also accidentally astral project while I sleep, appearing to the real world in a... slightly different form. If you look out your window and see glowing red eyes in the middle of the night... don't worry. It's probably just me.
For now, I bide my time on Earth, only able to visit the Paradox Field in dreams and in hidden corners of cyberspace. In the mean time... won't you let me be your local cryptid?