Everyone has a bit of magic in them, even on regular old Earth. But it's difficult to find that power when you can’t find yourself.
Erick is just a normal dude who is definitely, positively, probably not transgender (no matter how envious he is of other trans girls). Or at least he that’s what he thinks, until his best friend shows him a trans femme forum.
Maybe he could even deal with all this gender stuff, if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s also started having weird hallucinations of a far off world. Is he losing his mind? The girl who starts to share his thoughts and perceptions doesn’t seem to think so. In fact, it seems she knows a lot more about their strange connection than she lets on.
A story of friendship, plurality, magic, romance, and the power of self love.
General content warnings for the story: shitty parents (avoidable side arc), neurotypically ableist language, and trauma in the context of a dissociative system.
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