Summary: This is the very last post (chronologically) in the story… hope you have enjoyed the ride!
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
The End And The Beginning
The city repairs itself, slowly but surely. Patches in the tears and the rips that let bits of the nothing outside her peak through. For a while they stop looking into the sky, just in case they catch sight of something they can’t unsee.
And the doors slowly open again, one by one starting from the furthest rings. The worlds on the other side are unchanged and there’s no indication that there was any harm.
But the city doesn’t stop at the outer rings and life creeps back into doors long dead. No one notices at first, until someone goes to pay their respects, and sees the forest on the other side.
There are a few doors that stay closed, but the city marks them clearly now with a bright red light that glows from the cracks instead of the blue and they won’t open no matter how people try. They are grave markers for the dead and the lost, kept for memory and nothing else.
And the door at the heart of the city stays closed.
But every four minutes and seventeen seconds, they try, just in case.