A letterbox. Open for communication with a parallel universe or dimension. And, at the time it was created, it was my firm belief that this actually was possible. But the portal in the space-time continuum has been closed and my life is now quite one-dimensional. As the theory goes, every choice leads to an infinite number of possible lines that spreads out across time. The trick is to choose the right door at the right time. Well, I tried, but it was locked. Love is like Schrödingers cat. It can both exist and not exist at the same time. And when you open the lid and peer in to the box you force it to choose. Of course it dies.
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Purple paradigm
