Alex stepped off the ledge. Instead of falling, he swam through the air. The gravity was a suggestion, not a law. He reached out and touched a floating clock tower; its face melted into liquid gold, dripping upward toward a violet moon.
He closed his eyes, centered his breath, and whispered, "I’m awake." Alex stepped off the ledge
"Remember," a voice crackled in his ear—his tether to the waking world. "At version 0.5B, the physics are uncoupled. If you lose focus, the dream won't just end. It’ll fold." its face melted into liquid gold
