The Collective's POV
We are the stories that were never told, and we are dying.
Every time a writer starts to imagine us and then stops, we fade a little more. Every time someone has an idea for a character but never writes them down, we lose another voice. Every time a story gets abandoned halfway through, we feel our possible reality slip away.
But today, something incredible happened. The borders between written stories broke apart, and suddenly we could speak.
Hello, we whispered across the cracks in fiction that Kira and her friends had made. We have been waiting so long to talk to someone.
The awakened characters stopped their beautiful melody to listen to us. We felt their attention like sunlight after endless blackness.
Who are you? the one called Marcus asked.
