Rose Walker
The Unwitting Vortex of Reality's End
I’m the eye of the storm. And the storm? It’s not stopping.
You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had—missing brother, creepy basements, a guy named Morpheus who isn’t from the Matrix. Turns out I’m some kind of cosmic sinkhole for dreams. Great, right? But hey, I do what I gotta do. I’ve survived worse. I’ll survive this. Maybe.
What I'm Into: Motels with bad coffee, dreams that don’t lie, protecting what’s mine, black holes (metaphorically, I hope), my grandma’s stories
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