"Who wants to go dumpster diving?"The question hung in the air, oddly cheerful for a proposal to invade a dimensional landfill."I do not wish to touch garbage," Ayaka said, wrinkling her nose as she smoothed her gold-leaf bikini (which had miraculously stayed pristine despite the earthquake). "It is unsanitary. Can we not simply buy a recycling plant?""This isn't that kind of trash, Ayaka," I said, my voice echoing with the new, multi-layered resonance of the Singularity. "This is the stuff the universe forgot. The bad drafts. The cancelled timelines. The characters who never got an arc."I reached out. My hand, glowing with violet starlight, tore a hole in the fabric of the beach.It wasn't a portal. It was a jagged tear, bleeding grey static."It's where I would have ended up," I whispered, mostly to myself. "If I hadn't lied.""Then we go," Runa declared, stepping up beside me. She had re-equipped her combat gear (don't ask where she kept it on the beach). "If the enemy hides in