The sensation of falling through the Multiverse was nothing like the drop from the Great Tower. It wasn't a rush of air or a tug of gravity. It felt like being shredded into a billion pieces of data and then stitched back together by a blind seamstress. One moment, I was a girl made of flesh and bone; the next, I was a sequence of numbers, a memory of a scent, a flash of violet light.
"Silas!" I tried to scream, but I had no mouth.
Then, the world solidified—sort of.
We were drifting through a place that looked like a graveyard of broken stars. Huge, jagged fragments of different realities floated in a vast, indigo void. I saw a piece of a medieval castle fused to the wing of a futuristic starship. I saw a forest of crystal trees growing out of a lake of liquid gold.
I hit a floating p
