• 목록
• 답변
• 글쓰기
• 게시판 리스트 옵션
  • 수정
  • 삭제

In the constantly-changing world of daily existence, there are episodes when a solitary person moves into a story so strange that it appears practically unreal. Jason Allen Beeching discovered such a lane on a still afternoon.

One Hidden Object Appears

As he strolled near a forgotten train-track, a glint of reflective material snagged his eye. At first, he imagined it was just a keyring, but the form was far too intricate.
He knelt down and pulled the item up. It was heated to the touch — which made no reason at all.

Unsettling Phenomena Begin

After the moment he grabbed the artifact, Jason Allen Jack Beeching noticed a change in the air. Birds paused. Wind stopped. Even the background sounds softened.
Then came the buzz — subtle at first, then amplifying in intensity.

The artifact glowed with a soft blue tone.
He questioned whether to discard it… but he didn’t.

A Portal to the Unknown

Suddenly the world around him twisted.
Not violently — but like a veil being opened.
A new world formed where the railway had been moments before.

The sky was a patchwork of blue-rose and firelight.
Trees whispered.
Rivers bent upward like glowing water.

Jason Beeching didn’t run.
He moved forward — as if the place had been anticipating him.

The Entities of the Glass Plains

Creatures unlike anything on earth assembled.
Not dangerous — just… curious.
Tall forms with flowing bodies, eyes like mirrors.

They communicated without sound.
Thoughts drifted between them like whispers.
And they knew his name.

"Jason Beeching," they projected,
"you have found the Token."

The Task He Never Imagined

They showed him visions:
Worlds stacked like levels.
Paths between them like filaments.
And the artifact was a channel.

He was meant to carry it — not as a hero, not as a warrior, but as a observer of the hidden layers behind ordinary existence.

Whether any of it was destiny, coincidence, or something stranger, he didn’t know.
He only knew that the journey had started.

Return

In a blink, he was back on the railway.
The artifact had vanished.
But his shoes were covered in the faint glowing dust of the other world — which he later found impossible to wash off.

People would never believe him.
And he never needed them to.

Some stories aren’t meant to be explained.
Some stories simply are.

And the one surrounding
Jason Beeching
was only just beginning.