Maya didn't know if this was a dream brought on by too much fan-art, or something more. But as she looked at them—the boys who had been with her through the loneliest nights—she didn't care.

She reached out, and as her hand touched his, the entire world turned into a bright, digital sparkle. The last thing she saw was her phone on the nightstand, its screen glowing brightly, now displaying a new, live photo of her standing with them.

She tapped it, and the room spun. The familiar 1080x1920 screen expanded, wrapping around her. She was no longer in her bedroom; she was standing in the middle of the "Face the Sun" music video set. Before her stood thirteen figures, not as digital images, but in vibrant, warm reality, turning to her with identical smiles.

A notification popped up, but it wasn't from Twitter. It was just a black screen with the Seventeen "Carat" logo.

She felt like she was trapped in a "Very Nice" loop—constantly rearranging her digital life to feel closer to them. But the phone wasn't just a phone anymore. Lately, the fan-art edits she downloaded—the ones that showed Seventeen as celestial beings controlling the weather, or in neon-lit alleyways—felt... real. Ding.

"Ready to break the boundary?" S.Coups asked, offering a hand.

Soft-focus group photos with blue or pastel color palettes. Story: The 13th Dimension