There was a pounding in his head the likes of which Jason had never felt before. A migraine that dulled his breathing to a crawl and crowded his vision with white clouds and watery illusions. A fly landed on his hand, and he didn’t have the energy to swat it away.
This was time travel. This was the breaking of numerous dimensions and laws of physics. And he’d never live to tell the tale.
Jason woke up, and Earth was dying.
Written Tales for Your Eyes 