The dorm room was still heavy with the afterglow of impossible things. Rogue sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at the crystalline key Blink held, its violet shimmer painting faint ripples of light across the walls. She bit her lip, her Southern drawl slipping out as she finally whispered, "Clarice… let's visit it. Your secret realm. If it's real, we gotta see it with our own eyes."
Blink's throat bobbed as she swallowed. She had been staring at the key ever since it appeared, still unable to fully believe it was hers. Her gaze shifted instinctively to the figure leaning against the far wall — the Trader. Cloaked in shadow, face hidden, his silence carried weight. For a second, she feared he might forbid it.
But then he nodded once, the motion deliberate and steady. "Go," he said, his voice carrying no trace of strain. "The gate answers only to you."
Blink tightened her grip and pressed the key to her palm. Space itself quivered. The air above the carpet shimmered, folding like liquid glass, until a tall oval gateway unfurled, violet light spilling into the cramped room. Beyond it stretched an endless twilight sky arching over rolling fields of pale grass that rippled without wind. The sight stole Rogue's breath.
"Well, hot damn…" Rogue muttered, pushing herself off the bed. "That ain't no trick."
Blink took a tentative step closer, heart hammering.
Behind his mask, Nova — the Trader — stood utterly still. Only in the silence of his mind did the storm rage. Watching Blink handed an entire private dimension in a heartbeat had nearly snapped the mask off his face. He had clawed and bled for his own sanctuary: bought an island, raised wards, poured power into shaping it with Soulless and cloned labor, and still it was incomplete. And here was Blink, given a whole new world simply because she had wished for it.
What am I frustrated for? he thought sharply, grinding the anger down. I have cheats beyond measure. My System can trade and weave contracts across realms and worlds no god can sever. The Omnitrix sits on my wrist, an arsenal of bodies and powers beyond counting. And my Wish… both its modes… one bound by knowledge, the other free of logic. So what if there are restrictions? I don't live within them. I bend them. I don't need to envy. I can create better.
The thought steadied him. His lips curved faintly under the hood. The bitterness cooled, hardening into resolve.
Blink turned back toward him, her violet eyes nervous in the glow of the portal," Do you wanna come too?"
Taking a deep breath, the Trader stood and nodded. "Very well. Let us see what your wish has given you."
Blink's shoulders eased, and Rogue grinned as if she had been waiting for this all along. Without further hesitation, the three of them stepped through the glowing oval.
The shift was immediate. The dorm room vanished, replaced by open ground that stretched into rolling fields of grass. The air was crisp and faintly cool, and the sky above hung in a state of endless twilight, deep violet streaked with rivers of dim light. The silence was absolute, broken only by their own footsteps.
Blink turned in a slow circle, her mouth slightly open. "It's… real. This whole place is mine."
She crouched and touched the grass. It bent under her fingers the same as any other, ordinary and solid. Rogue knelt beside her, tugged at one blade, and smirked when it came away in her hand just like it would outside.
"Looks normal enough," she muttered, rolling it between her fingers. "But it sure as hell ain't Earth."
The Trader's eyes swept the horizon. He could feel the boundaries — a kilometer across, capped above by a ceiling of pale mist that mimicked the curve of the sky. The soil was firm, the air breathable, the energy stable. Nothing exotic or volatile. Just land, but land hidden away from the world, locked in its own pocket.
He clasped his hands behind his back. "A realm reflects its owner. This one is tied to you, Clarice. It will answer when you learn how to shape it. For now… treat it as what it is — a sanctuary no one else can reach."
Blink stood again, still staring wide-eyed at the endless twilight. "I don't even know where to start."
Rogue gave her shoulder a nudge. "Start by usin' it. You've got yourself a private pocket dimension, girl. That's somethin' worth keepin' close."
Rogue gave her shoulder a nudge. "Start by usin' it. You've got yourself a private pocket dimension, girl. That's somethin' worth keepin' close."
Blink smiled faintly, though her eyes still darted around in disbelief. Together they began to walk, their steps quiet over the soft grass. The air remained still and clean, without the faintest trace of birdsong or insects. It was an empty canvas, waiting.
After a few moments of exploration, the scale of the place became clear. The pocket stretched roughly one kilometre in length and breadth, with a ceiling that rose about two and a half kilometres above them, capped by the eternal twilight sky. At first glance, it looked endless, but as they continued forward the horizon resolved into a flat boundary.
At the edge stood a wall. It wasn't stone or metal, nor any material they recognized from Earth. It was smooth, seamless, and pure white, without a single crack or blemish. The surface rose straight up toward the misted sky, impossible to climb, and when Rogue placed her palm against it she found it cold and unyielding.
"Well, ain't that somethin'," she muttered, rapping her knuckles against it. The sound was dull, as though the wall swallowed noise rather than echoed it. "Looks like we found the end of the world."
Blink stared at it, her throat tightening. "So… this is really it. A box. A world inside walls."
Behind them, the Trader's voice was calm, measured. "Every domain has its boundaries. One kilometre by one kilometre, with a ceiling two and a half kilometres above. Enough to live, to hide, to grow. Its strength is not its size, but its privacy."
Blink let her fingers hover just above the white surface. "It feels… alive somehow."
"It isn't," the Trader corrected, though not unkindly. "It's stable. Designed to hold. Nothing will break through these walls without your permission. That is the value here — not grass, not sky, but safety."
Rogue stepped back, whistling low under her breath. "Ain't no one sneakin' in here unless you let 'em. Hell, even the government couldn't track this."
Blink's chest rose and fell unevenly, her grip on the crystalline key tightening. She glanced back at the Trader, half-lost between wonder and uncertainty.
"Then I… really do have a whole world," Blink whispered.
Rogue crossed her arms and gave a sharp nod. "A small one, but a world for sure." Her gaze slid to the cloaked figure standing a few paces behind them. "Can this world's dimensions be increased? After all, it's quite small."
The Trader's mask tilted slightly, and for the first time since they had stepped inside, a faint smile touched his lips. "Indeed, this spatial world can grow bigger — but not on its own. Its foundation is stable, but static. To expand it requires intervention." He gestured toward the seamless white wall stretching away in either direction. "There are several paths. One is compression — folding more space into the same boundaries, layering it like pages in a book. Another is reinforcement, where the walls themselves are infused with rare space-type treasures that widen the framework. Both are possible, though neither is simple."
Blink blinked at him, her expression halfway between awe and dread. "So… with the right resources, I could… make it larger?"
"Correct," the Trader said evenly. "With enough effort, this pocket could grow from a mere kilometre to dozens. But do not mistake possibility for ease. Each method carries a cost — in artifacts, in power, and in risk. Some treasures are so rare entire wars have been fought for a fragment. Still," his voice lowered, calm but carrying a quiet certainty, "for one who learns how to bargain well, even impossible resources become attainable."
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