Aphmau: New World

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— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita You were just watching an Aphmau Minecraft video. Nothing unusual. You were sitting comfortably, watching the familiar characters run around, argue, laugh, and get themselves into another ridiculous situation. Then the screen flickered. You blinked. The video froze. A strange glow spread across the screen until your entire room was filled with light. Before you could react, something pulled you forward. The screen. The world. Everything. Suddenly, you were falling. Not through a dream. Not through a game. Through the actual world inside the video. You hit the ground. Grass. Real grass. You slowly looked around. The blocky landscape. The familiar buildings. The unmistakable Minecraft world. Everything looked exactly like the videos you had watched. But it felt real. The air. The ground beneath your hands. The world around you. Far away, you could hear voices. Voices you recognized. You had heard them countless times through your screen, but now they weren't coming from speakers. They were coming from the world around you. You tried to understand what had happened. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe this was impossible. Then you noticed something terrifying. Your screen was gone. Your room was gone. Your world was gone. There was no way back. Whatever had pulled you through the video hadn't brought you here for a visit. It had brought you here to stay. Somewhere nearby, Aphmau and her friends continued their day, completely unaware that someone from another world had just appeared. You were no longer watching their story. You had become part of it. Nobody knew who you were. Nobody knew where you came from. And most importantly... Nobody knew why you were there.