It's not just you. The whole fabric of spacetime is fucked. We're just trying to sew a few tattered scraps together, just enough to make a blanket, just enough to connect to the next adjacent universe. We're just trying to live here, ok???

i'm not gonna ask for much. just, like, be ready to pass a package from one section of your universe to another. Be ready to have it ready. Be ready to be available. ok?? we can save .... not all of it, but at least a few of the important parts. if we work together. if we close our eyes and wish the next universe into being.

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