The Prose Life of Sundered Lovers

Reality itself rips apart along wood-grain seams, all laws of physicality abandoned for an endless chaos. Your life, and the lives of all others throughout an infinite span of dimensions, have been forever changed. You are a Germanic peasant, or a Holy Roman scholar, or a man-at-arms under the last Achaemenid King of Kings. The year is 983, or 1406, or 380 B.C.E. You are in the ruins of Constantin…