The Dimensional Ring wasn't just a storage space—it was a pocket dimension, accessible only by Sasha.
She went inside it, and was greeted by rows upon rows of pristine cabinets stretching into infinity, like she'd just stepped inside a cosmic warehouse run by IKEA.
Except, unlike IKEA, nothing here broke after two uses.
There was even a refrigeration section: neat glass doors filled with perfectly chilled air, ready to store food, drinks, and maybe a suspicious stash of ice cream tubs if she felt like indulging during the apocalypse.
The best part? Items inside were frozen in time. Food wouldn't rot. Batteries wouldn't lose charge. Clothes wouldn't wrinkle. She could throw in a steak and ten years later, it would still sizzle fresh off the grill.
Sasha imagined shoving entire grocery stores into her ring and laughed. "I'm basically the apocalypse version of Amazon Prime. Free two-second delivery. No expiration dates."
