Christina's phone buzzed suddenly, a new text had come in, from a name she didn't recognize. Frey@? There was a flicker and suddenly the sender became Fl0ra instead. Intrigued by this, she opened the message.
"U kn0w u Rn't th3 0n1y 1. Th3r3'5 n0 g01ng b@ck 1nce th3 s1t3 13@rns h0w 2 ch@nge u."
The sender name flickered to Frey@ again, and somehow the next text appeared in a golden cursive font.
"Mine own fate was sealed by my own hand. Those who came after made me a horse. A thing of faerie tales. A new machine goddess."
Another flicker. The 0 spelling again, and somehow green text on black.
"Th3y 5pl1t m3. 2x s3lv3s + 2x t1m3l1n3z. 5pl1nt3r3d + @b@nd0n3d. Wh0 kn0w5 wh0'5 r3@l n0w?"
Returning to cursive-
"Time and space can branch... we can prove it with branches of your own."
There was a sudden shock from the phone's charging port, and Christina noticed what seemed at first like a scorch mark on her arm. Then suddenly a branch started to grow from her wrist, splitting in two, each branch then splitting in two again, while the "burnt" patch of her skin started to spread up the rest of her hand, her other fingers starting to stiffen and fork as her hand became the branch of some metallic tree, almost forcing her to drop the phone. Which, of course, flickered yet again.
"F1nd 0ur st0ry + p1ck @ 51d3 2 c0nt1nu3 t3ll1ng. @ny 0f u5 c@n 5t0p th15, but w3 n33d 2 kn0w wh0 c0unt5. 0r 3nj0y g3tt1ng 1n t0uch w/ y0ur r00t5."
Christina's arm continued changing, growing rather rapidly and starting to sprout leaves. She had to act fast here, somehow.