Powers are supposed to activate during puberty, or at the onslaught of the big changes of young adult life: marriage, kids, maybe college. Not when you're in your fifties, when you're set in your ways, when making a lifestyle adjustment would be difficult, when you've had and lost the marriage and kids. Not when you've driven yourself to an isolated area in the PNW, not in response to throwing yourself off the tallest, loneliest cliff you could find, hoping for concrete absolution from the Pacific. I can create these... zones, connecting two spaces. I can't seem to create more than two. Whatever goes in maintains momentum, and there seems to be a stabilizing factor; I can't get over to the edge. I can imagine what might happen if I could... I'm not that desperate. Maybe it'd be a different story if I were starving, or dehydrated--and that would be an ending. But I'm not. I'm...
Worlds are best when they feel heard