The story begins:

As the moon rises on the 10th cycle in the year of the cat, you finally take the last slice of pizza you ordered at noon. A standard wedge topped with pepperoni, you get the feeling you overpaid for such a small box. With your dinner finished and exhaustion creeping in after furiously masturbating to internet oddities and imageboard posts, it is time to head to bed for the day.

"Hello?"

You open your eyes yet your eyelids do not move. The voice feels familiar yet you know you have not met who it belongs to. Many questions cross your mind before the voice continues.

"My name is of no importance, and you are where you were."

A dream, yes. Surely this must be one, though this might be the first time one felt so vivid. A disturbing thought forms.

"Do not be afraid, Anon. I mean you no harm. I am merely here to deliver a message."

Anon? The voice called you Anon. How strange. You see the voice now, as far as seeing means in this strange world. No words describe what you saw.

"When you wake, you will find the bounds of your world shall press on another."

You open your eyes. Today is another day.

While your frozen quiche is being microwaved, you decide it is (as always) time for shitposting. As the browser loads the home page, something grabs your attention. It is subtle, but the letters appear to extend past the screen, as though someone has merely placed stickers on top of your display. And yet they move when you try dragging the browser window across the desktop.

That is when you notice something else.

Your desktop wallpaper was something you found during your stint in the 4chan wallpaper board. It is of a cute anime girl wandering in an autumn forest, fitting given the time of year. She is kneeling near the bottom-left, placing her right hand on a pumpkin with a basket of fruits in her left. Brown leaves float in the air while the orange glow of the evening sun permeates the entire scene. You must have seen this image hundreds of times. A loud beep draws your attention: breakfast is ready!

As you walk back to your desk with a quiche in one hand, it become obvious what has changed with the image. Cautiously, you bring the handle of a fork up to touch the monitor. It never touches the screen. Your hand loses its grip on the fork as you jump back in shock. Half of it extending past where the screen should be, the fork falls, bouncing once on the bevel of your monitor and a second time after squarely hitting the anime girl in the head.

Is this schizophrenia?

It is said that when the human mind is faced with the ultimate unknown all logic and reasoning collapses. That would be one explanation as to why you decided to go on Heyuri after seeing what you just saw. The top thread on /b/ is of someone groping an "Ayumu Kasuga" kigurumi. No, not a kigurumi. It's Osaka as you remember watching her in the show, 2D with a blank stare as the man's hands wander under her blouse "searching for boobies". You click on the thread to read everything.

......

A plume of leaves jets up into the air as you land on your feet. You see the girl intently examining the pumpkin, paying you no mind as you approach. Given the opportunity, you did not try to molest or rape her. More important things to do. A wooden door appears to your right. Seems that anon was right: this realm appears to be governed by thought, though to what extent he is unsure. The knob turns as you push carefully on the door. You enter.

Welcome to Heyuri. It's the place to be, and now it's a place you can visit!