The thirteenth way
Spread out in front of me are a myriad futures, some similar, some different. Each branches outwards, the branch branches, the whole of creation is thick with time. Some loop back some loop forward, some are pretty, some are dark. But almost all of them come to an end soon. And I don’t know why.Last modified: Sunday, February 15th, 2026 at 10:26am
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