The younger version of me could not be pulled through the dimension. Her skeletal frame was frozen and split and hanging from a branch. Her consciousness could not translate. I was sad but I accepted it. What else could I do? Answer the question, they say. Answer all your self questions or else they float there like your lost bodies. The girl drops from the tree as an egg π₯. I bend in between the worlds to pick myself up. The egg is glowing. Obviously Iβm fertile. A man is speaking on a PA system. I only hear the words β¦ βCome be β¦. Your future is bright.β
Answer all your self questions or else they float there like your lost bodies
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