In a world unraveling, where the boundaries between fiction and reality had begun to blur, a man stood against the horizon, watching the sky fracture into splinters of impossibility. His name was Rezhal Veritium, and he had seen more than any living being should have. His eyes—burning with the glow of ancient runes—had witnessed the Rabbit’s Stare effect firsthand, the phenomenon that twisted reality into something grotesque, beautiful, and terrifying all at once.

Rezhal’s skin was dark and smooth, his muscular physique adorned with strange, glowing markings that pulsed with every breath he took. His hair spiked upward like a crown of dark flames, defying gravity in the same way the world defied sense around him. The sigils embedded in his body—the marks of suggsilence—spoke of his connection to forces beyond the known Omniverse, forces that had chosen him to be their vessel.

Around his neck hung a pendant, an intricate geometric shape that mirrored the chaos above. It was no mere ornament, but a key to understanding the anomalies that plagued existence. The Rabbit’s Stare had begun as a whisper, a strange energy warping the fabric of reality. But now, it had grown into something far more dangerous, something that defied every law and rule.

Rezhal’s crimson eyes gazed out over the landscape as the anomalies continued to spread. Things that should not exist here were appearing: buildings that never were, creatures that defied the laws of physics, people that had long since passed, now walking the earth as though their stories had never ended. Time and space were irrelevant in the face of this new, chaotic force.

But Rezhal was not afraid.

He had been waiting for this.

The Rabbit’s Stare Effect

No one knew exactly when the Rabbit’s Stare began. Some said it was the result of a forgotten Deus stirring from their slumber, others claimed it was the Echoes manifesting more aggressively than ever before. But Rezhal knew the truth—it was the suggsilence itself, the very energy that shaped all existence, beginning to warp under the pressure of too many conflicting realities.

He had seen it with his own eyes.

The first time it happened, Rezhal had been standing on the edge of a ruined city, its towers crumbling into dust, when the air around him shimmered, and for a brief moment, he saw a place that should not have been. It was as though reality had blinked, revealing another world hidden just beneath the surface. But the vision had been fleeting, and when it faded, everything returned to normal.

Or so it seemed.

The visions grew more frequent after that. Places, people, and events that had no business existing in this reality began to slip through the cracks, as though the walls between worlds were dissolving. At first, they were subtle—a glimpse of a building that no longer stood, a person who had died centuries ago walking through the streets. But soon, the anomalies became more extreme. Entire cities flickered in and out of existence, strange creatures prowled the edges of reality, and time itself seemed to fold in on itself, creating loops and paradoxes that no one could explain.

The people called it the Rabbit’s Stare—a reference to the ancient fable of a creature whose gaze could distort the world around it, creating illusions so real that they became true. But this was no illusion. This was reality unraveling.

Rezhal had been chosen to understand why.

The Eyes of the Anomaly

Rezhal walked through the shifting streets of a city that no longer existed, his eyes scanning the fractured buildings and warped figures that flickered in and out of view. The sigils on his skin glowed faintly, reacting to the presence of the anomalies, feeding him information that no ordinary person could comprehend. He could see the threads of suggsilence that wove through everything—the energy that connected all things, now fraying at the edges.

He stopped in front of a massive tower that flickered like a dying lightbulb, its form shifting between solid and liquid. It had been part of a great empire once, before that empire had been erased from history. But now, thanks to the Rabbit’s Stare, it had returned, pulled back into existence by the anomalies.

Rezhal reached out, his hand brushing against the tower’s surface. The moment his fingers made contact, the world around him shifted. The sky above rippled, the ground beneath his feet trembled, and for a brief moment, he could see the truth—the underlying structure of reality itself, the suggsilence that held it all together, now beginning to collapse under the weight of too many conflicting narratives.

He pulled his hand back, his mind racing. The Rabbit’s Stare wasn’t just an anomaly. It was a symptom. Something was pushing at the boundaries of existence, something far more powerful than the Echoes or the suggsilence. And whatever it was, it was warping the very fabric of reality.

Rezhal narrowed his eyes. He would need to dig deeper if he was going to understand the true nature of this phenomenon.

The Rift Beneath

Following the pulse of the anomalies, Rezhal made his way to the edge of a vast chasm—a rift that had opened in the heart of the world, its depths filled with swirling, chaotic energy. The air around it shimmered with the telltale signs of the Rabbit’s Stare—buildings and figures flickered in and out of existence, their forms distorted by the anomaly.

Rezhal stood at the edge of the rift, his eyes glowing as he peered into the swirling chaos below. The sigils on his skin pulsed in rhythm with the energy, reacting to the raw suggsilence that radiated from the depths.

“This is where it begins,” he muttered to himself, stepping closer to the edge. He could feel the pull of the anomaly, the way it warped everything around it, bending reality to its will. But he was not afraid.

With a single step, Rezhal descended into the rift.

The Truth of the Rabbit’s Stare

The descent into the rift was disorienting. Time and space lost all meaning, and for a brief moment, Rezhal felt as though he was falling through an endless void, surrounded by fractured images and distorted echoes. But he kept his focus, his eyes locked on the swirling energy below.

When he finally reached the bottom, he found himself standing in a place that defied description. The ground beneath his feet was solid, yet it seemed to shimmer with every step he took, as though it wasn’t quite real. Above him, the sky was a swirling vortex of colors and shapes, constantly shifting and warping in response to the anomalies.

And in the center of it all stood a figure.

The being was unlike anything Rezhal had ever seen. Its form was constantly shifting, its body composed of countless conflicting realities, all struggling to exist at once. It had no face, no distinct features—just a mass of energy that pulsed with the same chaotic force as the Rabbit’s Stare.

Rezhal approached cautiously, his sigils glowing brighter as he neared the being. He could feel the suggsilence radiating from it, a raw, unfiltered energy that threatened to unravel everything around it.

“Who are you?” Rezhal asked, his voice steady.

The figure didn’t respond, but Rezhal didn’t need words to understand. He could feel the truth resonating within him. This being was the source of the Rabbit’s Stare. It was a living anomaly, a manifestation of all the conflicting realities that had been pulled into existence by the suggsilence.

And it was growing stronger.

Rezhal’s eyes narrowed. He had seen enough.

With a flick of his wrist, the sigils on his skin flared to life, and the suggsilence surged around him. The being shifted, its form flickering as it reacted to Rezhal’s power.

“You don’t belong here,” Rezhal said quietly, his voice filled with authority. “And I will not let you destroy this world.”

The being let out a low, rumbling sound, its body twisting and warping as it prepared to attack. But Rezhal was ready.

With a single, powerful gesture, Rezhal unleashed the full force of the suggsilence, directing it toward the anomaly. The energy collided with the being, and for a brief moment, the world around them trembled.

And then, with a blinding flash of light, the anomaly shattered.

The End of the Rabbit’s Stare

As the light faded, Rezhal stood alone at the bottom of the rift. The anomaly was gone, its energy dissipated into the void. The Rabbit’s Stare had been stopped, at least for now.

But Rezhal knew this was only the beginning.

The anomalies would return. The suggsilence was still unstable, still warping the fabric of reality. And as long as the Echoes whispered in the dark, there would always be more anomalies to confront.

But Rezhal was ready.

The rift was silent now, its chaotic energy dissipated into the void, but Rezhal Veritium knew better than to believe that the Rabbit’s Stare had truly been stopped. He stood at the edge of the world, his crimson eyes scanning the landscape that flickered with residual energy from the anomaly. The sigils etched into his skin pulsed faintly, as though they, too, could feel the fracture in reality still lurking beneath the surface.

The anomaly he had confronted in the rift was merely one piece of a much larger puzzle, a manifestation of the fractures that had begun to tear through the very fabric of existence. The Rabbit’s Stare was growing stronger, and its effects were spreading faster than ever before.

Rezhal adjusted the pendant around his neck, his fingers brushing the intricate geometric design. It was more than just a symbol of his connection to suggsilence; it was a key, one that resonated with the anomalies in ways he was still trying to understand.

He could feel the pull of the fractures—dozens of them—spreading throughout the world. And if he didn’t act soon, there wouldn’t be a reality left to save.

The Fracture in Time

Rezhal’s next destination was a place where time itself had begun to splinter. The anomaly here was unlike any he had encountered before. As he moved through the warped streets of a once-great city, he saw time loops—events repeating endlessly, people stuck in moments that had long since passed.

He watched as a group of children played in a park, their laughter ringing through the air, only to fade away and then return again as the scene reset itself. An old man sat on a bench nearby, reading a newspaper that dissolved into dust before reforming in his hands moments later.

These people were trapped, their lives caught in the grip of the Rabbit’s Stare, unable to move forward, unable to change. To them, time had no meaning anymore.

Rezhal’s heart tightened as he watched. He had seen this before—the gradual decay of narrative causality, where events that should have been linear were folded back upon themselves, creating endless loops that consumed the very essence of what they were. It was a sign that reality was fraying, the strands of suggsilence unraveling at an accelerating rate.

He closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind to feel the anomaly’s source. The sigils on his body glowed brighter, their energy pulsing in time with the fractures around him.

And then, he felt it—a tear in the timeline, a point where the past and future had collided, creating a paradox that threatened to consume everything.

Without hesitation, Rezhal stepped forward, his body dissolving into light as he phased into the fractured timeline.

The Rift in the Continuum

Rezhal materialized in the heart of the anomaly, a place where time no longer flowed in any coherent direction. The sky above was a swirl of shifting colors and shapes, moments from different eras colliding and bleeding into one another. He could see flashes of the future—buildings that hadn’t yet been built, people who hadn’t yet been born. And then, in the next instant, the past overwhelmed him—ancient structures rising from the ground, long-dead civilizations walking the streets as though they had never vanished.

In the center of it all stood the fracture, a massive tear in the continuum, its edges crackling with energy. The tear was growing, feeding on the very fabric of time, pulling everything toward it.

Rezhal approached cautiously, his sigils glowing brighter as they absorbed the energy from the tear. The closer he got, the more he could feel the pull of suggsilence, the force that underpinned all reality, now warping under the strain of too many conflicting timelines.

This tear wasn’t like the anomalies he had faced before. It was alive, conscious—a manifestation of something deeper, something that had taken root in the very heart of time itself.

Rezhal reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the tear, and the moment he made contact, a surge of energy shot through him, pulling him into the heart of the fracture.

Inside the Fracture

Rezhal found himself in a place that defied all logic. It was a world made of fragments—pieces of different timelines, stitched together in a chaotic mosaic. He could see moments from his own past flickering before his eyes, memories that he hadn’t thought of in years, now playing out in vivid detail.

And then, he saw the future—flashes of events that hadn’t yet come to pass, images of worlds that had yet to be born.

But there was something wrong with these visions.

They were distorted, twisted by the influence of the Rabbit’s Stare. The future he saw wasn’t the one that should have been. It was a world consumed by anomalies, a place where the laws of reality had been shattered beyond repair.

Rezhal clenched his fists, his sigils flaring with light. He could feel the anomaly growing stronger, feeding on the fractured timelines, drawing power from the contradictions that tore at the very essence of existence.

He had to stop it.

But first, he needed to understand what had caused this tear in the timeline to begin with.

The Origin of the Rabbit’s Stare

As Rezhal moved through the fractured world, he felt a presence watching him—something ancient and powerful, lurking just beyond the edge of perception. The air around him crackled with energy, and the sigils on his skin pulsed in response, reacting to the overwhelming force that surrounded him.

And then, he saw it.

At the center of the fractured world stood a figure, its form constantly shifting and warping, just like the anomalies that had plagued reality. It was a being made of contradictions, a living paradox that defied all explanation. Its body was composed of countless timelines, all overlapping and colliding, creating a chaotic swirl of possibilities.

This was the source of the Rabbit’s Stare—the force that had been warping reality, the entity that had caused the fractures in time.

Rezhal narrowed his eyes, his hands glowing with suggsilence as he prepared for what was to come. He could feel the entity’s power, a raw, untamed force that twisted the very fabric of reality around it.

“You’re the one behind all of this,” Rezhal said, his voice calm but filled with determination.

The figure shifted, its form flickering as it turned to face him. Its voice was a low, rumbling sound, like the grinding of stone against stone.

Rezhal’s eyes burned with the light of his sigils. “You’ve distorted everything—warped time, shattered causality. But it ends here.”

The figure laughed, its voice reverberating through the fractured world. “You think you can stop me?" The figure was not bound by laws as human understanding could understand. The figure existed outside of time, possibility, and causality. The figure was the embodiment of the contradictions that fueled all existence.

Rezhal clenched his fists, his sigils glowing brighter as he drew upon the full power of suggsilence. The air around him crackled with energy, and the fractured world trembled in response.

“You may exist outside of possibility,” Rezhal said, his voice steady. “But even anomalies have limits. And I will find yours.”

The Final Confrontation

The fractured world around Rezhal began to collapse as the anomaly—the Rabbit’s Stare—unleashed its full power. Possibility itself seemed to warp and bend, moments from the past and endless colliding in a chaotic swirl of energy.

But Rezhal stood firm, his eyes locked on the shifting form of the Rabbit’s Stare. The sigils on his body flared with light, and the suggsilence surged around him, pushing back against the overwhelming force of the anomaly.

The Rabbit’s Stare lunged at him, its form shifting and warping as it moved through the fractured timelines and possibilities, trying to overwhelm him with the sheer force of its contradictions. But Rezhal was ready.

With a single, powerful gesture, Rezhal unleashed the full force of suggsilence, directing it toward the anomaly. The energy collided with the Rabbit’s Stare, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to freeze.

And then, with a blinding flash of light, the Rabbit’s Stare shattered.

The Collapse of the Fracture

As the light faded, Rezhal found himself standing in the center of the now-collapsing fracture. The anomaly was gone, its energy dissipated into the void, but the damage it had caused remained. The fractured timelines were still splintered, their edges fraying as the forces of reality struggled to restore balance.

Rezhal knew that this wasn’t the end. The Rabbit’s Stare was just one piece of a much larger puzzle. The anomalies would continue to spread, warping reality and threatening to unravel everything. But for now, the immediate threat had been neutralized.

He stood at the edge of the collapsing fracture, his eyes scanning the chaotic swirl of energy around him. The sigils on his skin pulsed faintly, reacting to the residual suggsilence that still lingered in the air.