A Crack in the Wall

On the wall, just beyond the cracked crystal, was another crack. Willaim looked at the crystal, then at the wall. The crack was the same, exactly the same pattern, only bigger. Much bigger. The crack on the wall was at least seven feet tall, and wide enough to fit a human through.

It worked.

When William first dreamed up his mad idea, that reality itself could be fractured, that cracks could be made, he hadn't fully believed it. Then, after spending far too long doing calculations, running simulations, he began to come around. It was possible. It was more than possible.

And now he'd done it.

William Borgman had made a crack in reality.

The only thing left to do was to explore it.

Taking off his lab coat, William powered down his machine and crossed the room.

"Nothing ventured," William told himself to calm the butterflies in his stomach, "nothing gained."

And then William Borgman stepped through the crack to explore what was on the other side.