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maybe your outside as a tree of dreams is real, and you and i are just the same soul gone through different timelines. i have died. my time is up. and so i return closer to the source. i return to you. and, when you die, host, you and i will go to some other timeline. and so on, and so on until all of the timelines that you and i both belong to end and we become a monad. and i'm not strong enough to break free . i know i'm not. but where will i go when i'm gone? rather, what will it feel...