Working on Cosmology

This is just a bit from my story, I think it will be heavily changed before I actually put it back in there though.

 

Reality is most often referred to as being a fabric or fabric-like. This comparison is more accurate than most would know. Our universe is like sheets layered one upon another. Most beings exist in one sheet and can only perceive reality in that layer. The average human falls into that category, they wander about their day to day lives and even on the off chance that something from another realm pokes its way into their sight, they shrug it off—ignoring it. Those things don’t mesh with their accepted reality.

A sacred few of the humans can see the bleed over and sense the ebb and flow as the sheets and layers are pushed, pulled and manipulated. They’re a special breed and typically they’re driven mad by their own perception of the world.

There are other beings, Vampires and Werewolves mostly, tethered to this layer and only able to see the world right in front of them. But then there are the beings who bend and manipulate sheets, stepping between them and creating crevices and small creases to step a great distance. They fold the layers at their will, though only momentarily, and force themselves through the fold to create a quick straight line to a point that wouldn’t otherwise have one. Some of these creatures can step into multiple layers at once, they can view them in a kind of stacked vision. Internal picture-in-picture-in-picture.

And the same way they can see and pull themselves back and forth between layers—they can communicate. A single voice can howl through the cosmos reaching the furthest reaches of the universe, reaching down through all of the layers and rippling through space and time. Sometimes a thing in another layer presses so hard or sounds off so loud that its cracking into every reality and reverberating through every sheet.

Today one of those calls is echoing out, rousing anyone with the skill to listen.