Rosa
So can I just pop in?

In the chaotic midst of a war-torn city, the acrid scent of smoke and burning buildings hung heavy in the air. The once bustling streets were now a tumultuous sea of panicked civilians and armed fighters. The distant roars of approaching tanks and the staccato gunfire echoed through the urban canyons. Blurred figures rushed by, clutching weapons tightly in their trembling hands.

Amid the chaos, a group of civilians struggled to carry an injured man, his blood-soaked clothing clinging to his pale, sweat-soaked skin. Their faces were etched with fear as they navigated the debris-strewn streets, desperately seeking shelter and medical aid.

Further down the street, an inferno raged, sending thick plumes of black smoke into the sky. The orange glow cast eerie, flickering shadows on the desperate faces of those who fled the encroaching flames. The heat was intense, and the distant wailing of sirens seemed futile against the roaring firestorm.

Voices, distorted and fragmented, merged into an indistinguishable cacophony of cries and pleas for help. Desperate mothers called out for their children, and terrified soldiers barked orders to their comrades, struggling to maintain some semblance of order in the chaos. But it was all drowned out by the relentless din of war.

In this surreal and nightmarish scene, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe, as people of all backgrounds and allegiances fought to survive the relentless onslaught. The world had blurred into a maddening swirl of confusion and terror, a haunting tableau of human suffering in the heart of the battlefield.

As the scene unraveled, the chaos grew more disorienting. The blurred figures became mere silhouettes. He strained to make sense of the jumbled voices around him, but they melted into an incoherent symphony of despair.
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Amid this tumult, a single word began to pierce through the disarray, at first a mere whisper. It danced on the fringes of his awareness, elusive and teasing. He couldn't quite discern it, like a distant echo in a vast canyon.

But as the seconds ticked by, that word grew louder and more insistent. It became a relentless chant, pounding in his head with an urgency that defied the chaos around him. "Mictlan! Mictlan!" It cried, now a desperate plea that threatened to consume his senses.

He clutched his ears, desperate to silence this relentless word. It was as if the very universe conspired to drive it into his consciousness. With trembling hands, he raised a weapon to his ear, the sound of his own breathing drowning out the world. And then, with a deafening blast, he shot into his own ear.

In that surreal, heart-stopping moment, everything went still. The cacophony ceased, and the world around him dissolved into nothingness. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself in a stark, unfamiliar place, far removed from the chaos and the haunting word that had pursued him relentlessly—Mictlan.

With a bewildered sense of disorientation, he raised a trembling hand to rub his eyes. The sensation was oddly reassuring, grounding him in the tactile reality of his surroundings. As his vision cleared, he stared around, blinking in disbelief at the absence of the war-torn city, the chaos, and the relentless word that had haunted him.

His voice trembled as he muttered, "I don't... I don't know what I just saw." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the inexplicable dream or vision that had enveloped him. It felt like a distant memory or a message from another world, yet the details were frustratingly elusive, slipping through his grasp like smoke.

He tried to piece together the fragments of the surreal experience, but they remained maddeningly just out of reach. All that remained was an unsettling feeling of foreboding, as if some hidden truth or profound revelation had slipped through his fingers, leaving him with only a sense of profound disquiet.
Austin
A small white and pink flower began to unfurl, and as it did so a tall and thin creature stepped out of it, the flower slowly transforming into the upper body of the new god until it had fully formed. The new god looked around, their name coming to her, Mandesialum. She gave a small yawn, looking around at this large tree she found herself on, confused but curious to begin her life, given to her anew...
Victor
Hmm? New siblings? Might I check them out? One of them looks quite pretty... Maybe I should? Yes I should~ 

TSU approached the yawning sibling from behind a big branch kinda obscuring her. Her face being the most visible thing, though maybe the sibling could spot that her attire was that of bandages.