Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera is one of the most different stories I’ve read. Just so much different about it that it’s hard to even describe. Plus a twist end that actually had me going “no fuckin way” out loud.
I lucking fove Runny Babbit. Any time there’s a rabbit around I’ll be calling it Runny Babbit and nobody understands me
Is it because you went in alone?
Honestly I think it depends how locked into the story you are? Like if you’re waking up during one of the prologues, esp nomad/streetkid, I’d imagine you can just walk away from the story and live a “normal” life. But is Keanu already in your head trying to take over? Or do you just wake up at Ch1 with Jackie trying to get you killed and a bit of a chance?
The kids work with actual physical cubes in class. The consistency is way more important than pedantry