Literature
Dingoctober #23
Dingo wondered where he would show up. A wrecked city ? A desolate land ? Maybe another jungle ? He kept a firm hold on his delivery box's handle, and hoped that his other self would take his warnings seriously. Once Dingo had set his mind on something, he didn't give up. He was going to delivery that curry, no matter what. Dingo kept his eyes closed until his feet touched solid ground again. In a single step, he had just crossed the barrier between two entire separate universe. His stomach gave a little jolt of protest, but Dingo brushed it off. He had made it to his destination. It was a nice little forest, not too lush, not too hot. A little on the cold side, actually. Dingo could see a cloud of vapor form before his mouth, and spotted a campfire in the distance, with two silhouettes resting close to it. Dingo's gaze travelled to the side, and met with the very same pair of eyes as his, resolve carved deep in the brown irises. The same eyebrows sat above them, furrowed in a deep