(Título alternativo: "Más vale que esto sea un fallo. Lo juro por el vacío").
There's a moment between dream and reality where nothing makes sense.Where physics is on lunch break.Where sheep talk.
I woke up in ruins made of blocks. Literal, square-ass, Minecraft-style ruins.
The sky above me is pixelated.The sun rotates like a JPEG on meth.And the air smells like compressed nostalgia and existential dread.
I stand up.My limbs move, but my shadow's not syncing.I look around and spot her:
A pink sheep.Sitting. Watching. Glowing slightly. Judging heavily.
"Welcome back, dumbass," she says.
I blink.
"...I'm dreaming.""Technically? Yes. But you're also syncing.""Syncing what?""Identity. Memory. Power. Ego. Lunch."
She walks (bounces?) toward me, leaving glittery footprints on the blocky floor.
"You touched the 6th fragment. Then the Ruby pulsed. Then the Eye opened. And now you're here — caught in a reconstruction loop of your spiritual BIOS."
I stare blankly.
"Am I a computer now?""You're Renji. With god-tier malware."
I walk toward her. Each step flickers.Reality hiccups.The sky glitches. One cloud turns into a screaming face.
"So… how do I wake up?"
The sheep sighs.
"You already did. You just didn't realize the world was lying."
"Touch me. And see."
I hesitate.
"You're not gonna explode or something, right?""Touch me or I start singing in binary."
I reach out.
And the moment my fingers brush her wool—reality shatters.
🔥 Cut to black.
Then—
BOOM.
I wake up.
Real ruins.Real blood.Real pain.Real... sheep next to me.
Same pink fluff. Same eyes. Same attitude.
"Took you long enough," she says."We've got gods to upset and memories to unlock."
I sit up, coughing shards of light.The Eye in my chest glows softly.The Ruby is humming like a tuning fork of war.
Above me, the sky looks real.But I'm not sure I am.
And she's still there.Not as a glitch.Not as a dream.As a companion.
🌀 Final shot:
The sheep turns to the horizon.
"They're coming.""Who?" I ask.
She narrows her eyes.
"Everyone you pissed off in your past lives."