...Dream?
It was dusky.
Muted oranges swirled around Peter's feet as he stood up.
"Parker, how lovely for you to join us," a familiar, stern voice echoed through the abyss.
"...Dr. Strange?" Peter mumbled hoarsely, looking around with bleary eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Parker, it is I." Strange huffed.
Peter blinked. "Where are you?"
"In your head. I'm here to tell you something important, so listen up." Strange said firmly, his voice reverberating through the echoey space. "I can only tell you once, okay?"
Peter nodded quickly, straightening up.
"The Peter Parker in your timeline is gone. As soon as you appeared, you erased your previous self from the timeline, Peter. Aunt May and Uncle Ben never had a nephew. As for records, I might be able to pull a trick from beyond the grave, but if I can't, you'll have to create your own. I'm not sure how much time we all have left."
Peter stood there for a moment, taking in the sorcerer's words and processing them. "...O-Okay... Thank you?"
Strange's sigh ricocheted around him.
"Don't thank me. Not yet. You're the only chance we have, Peter..."
A pause.
"...So use it wisely."
"I get that, Dr. Strange, sir, but-"
The oranges began to fade.
Light cracked through Peter's opening eyelids.