The Other Side
She woke up, as she always does, hungry.
She looked around at this world she was in. Surrounded by artifacts, everything just a little off from how it should be. The Ferris wheel that had no axle. The stream that did not flow. The sole road through town that only looped back on itself.
She sighed, and wandered into the small town — a strong word for what amounted to three distorted buildings that only stayed up by the grace of God, or whatever passed for God in these parts — to see if the other residents had made any headway.