The city was called Zamari's Rest, which was ironic, because no one rested here.
Built atop an ancient leyline where two lesser realms once overlapped and had an explosive break-up, Zamari's Rest was technically a nexus point—a place where the veil between dimensions is thinner than Void's patience.
Locals had long since adapted. They didn't question why the air occasionally shimmered like microwaved jelly or why streetlights whispered forbidden spells when no one was looking. You just don't poke the weird. You let the weird poke itself and hope it pays taxes.
It was in this incredibly not-normal city that a few important (or completely unimportant, who knows?) things were happening:
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1. The Pigeon Cult Was Growing Again
Every Tuesday, like clockwork, a group of robe-wearing, bread-tossing citizens gathered at the corner of 3rd and Liminal Avenue to honor "The Great Beaked One."
No one knew how it started. No one could stop it. The pigeons were getting smarter.
Someone claimed they saw one speaking in Latin and eating a croissant.
They were ignored. But only because that same guy tried to marry a vending machine last month.
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2. A Rift Opened in a Bus Station Toilet
This was important.
Kind of.
Someone (probably a bored deity or an overworked intern in the dimensional department) had dropped a law crystal into the plumbing of a public restroom. The result?
The toilet now functioned as a one-way portal to a minor plane of inconvenience—where every door leads to another slightly worse version of your last five decisions.
Local authorities posted a sign:
"OUT OF ORDER: Do Not Attempt Spiritual Rebirth Here."
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3. Someone Found a Sword in a Sandwich
Yes. A sandwich.
Specifically, a chicken mayo sub purchased from a corner stall named "Taste of War."
The sword, later named Mayonnaise Cleaver, appeared to be sentient and deeply upset about its surroundings. It spoke only in passive-aggressive haikus.
"This bread is not mine
I was forged for blood and flame
Where is the damn ham"
No one knew where it came from.
Void probably did.
But he wasn't here.
Yet.
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4. A Very Minor God Checked In
A small, not-very-threatening deity known as Tsholo of Lost Luggage descended onto the city square, demanding respect and offering coupon vouchers in exchange for belief.
Three people accepted. One got their bags back. One exploded. The third just kind of… floats now.
Tsholo said it was a win overall.
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5. A Rift Pulsed. Quietly. Like It Was Waiting.
And under the city, beneath layers of magical noise and urban chaos, something stirred.
A fragment of law.
Not destructive. Not divine.
Curious.
It reached. It listened.
It wondered if anyone would notice it there, tucked beneath a city that didn't know it was built on unstable metaphysical legos.
And somewhere far, far away… Void tilted his head.
But then didn't follow up.
Because—
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Bro, I swear I had a whole arc planned. It was gonna loop back to the crew. There was a god-tier subway involved. I think.
But then I blinked and now we're knee-deep in psychic pigeons and the mayonnaise blade has sentience.
Listen.
I have ADHD. You can't blame me. I forgot what I was writing.
This is canon now.