Horizon: bridges between boundaries

Picture a world with no uncertainties, ruled by me. Time's a funny thing; the more we try to understand it, the less we do. "I made you all gods; you're my story siblings. None of this is real," Henderson claimed. "What are you saying? You're out of your mind. You can't bring her back; she's dead. Is that why you're going this far? We're not your subjects," Cole argued, stepping closer. "You're missing the point. My will can't be changed; your fates are already set. You're too late; this reality is falling apart. We made the Horizon, Cole. There used to be boundaries keeping us apart, until your friends made a way to cross them, stuck in endless loops of fate," Henderson explained. "What do you mean? It doesn't make any sense," Cole said, confused. "Why don't you find out in the story I made for your friends to have an adventure? Oh, what should I call it? 'The Horizon,' bridges between our worlds," Henderson smirked. "Cole, what's he talking about?" Dave asked Cole. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. We've been..."