And the DM looked down at their keyboard to see the words they had not typed:
Then the tear sealed.
Not with a roar or an explosion, but with a wet, surgical rip. The air in the center of the tavern table folded inward like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible fist. For a single, frozen second, the party saw through the hole—a glimpse of somewhere else: a library on fire where the books were screaming. ran gm command