Life seems the product of some
cosmic mandate wrought with countless iterations and complicated by
innumerable variation. Time is a psychological crutch for the
mortal, an ice anchor thrust into the cold mountain of our existence. We
climb that mountain in a daze, trapped in our own little world while
a part of us desperately wishes to be part of another. The opaque cage of our
surroundings fetters us only to heighten our sense of loneliness in
this world. We stand oblivious to the many worlds, many realities, and
many struggles of our universe.
But they exist.
Entire realities live and breathe separate from that which we
know. Worlds thrive under conditions that we may imagine but never
fully comprehend. These worlds are so similar to our own but disparate
enough to merit a closer look. Proximity becomes meaningless in
revolving around the same themes. As we gaze, the distance closes.
Though out of our common knowledge, this new existence is no less
important than our own.
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