Globalia: Portal

The Consortium tried to shut the gates. But you cannot un-ring a bell made of infinity. The more gates they closed, the more the pressure built. The other realities, sensing the thinning, began to press back. Doppelgangers didn't just appear in reflections anymore; they stepped out of them. Whole city blocks began to flicker, superimposing with their counterparts from dying timelines—a medieval square in the middle of Manhattan, a glass-domed arcology over a Brazilian favela.

It was a fishing trawler in the Pacific that first reported it—a second boat, identical to theirs, passing through them like a ghost. A child in Mumbai woke up with a memory of a birthday party she never had, in a house that wasn't hers. People began glimpsing doppelgangers in reflections, walking just a step behind. portal globalia

The Echoes were the screams.