in a way, everything falls into each other. every universe is just a twisted reality, everything becomes a beautiful imperfection of what could've been. until it all becomes ugly and horrendous. all interlaced into this big mass of every little mistake, every little mishap and fault. all the universes in the world, eventually, they will crumble. and when rebuilt, if ever, will manifest into all emotions ever felt. every single being and every flaw. then, what'll it be? a blunder of everything we've done up until this point? an illusion of what we thought was quintessential. a castle; fabricated from fantasies, broken dreams, and memories; an echo of our calamities. and in the end, corruption tears through and rips apart every lie we've ever lived, it breaks down until nothing is left. all of it was never real. an implication that nothing was ever true. by chance, if you were ever happy in another universe, would you believe it? if for a second, would you consider the idea of bliss? you're certainly not happy in this one. would you leave it all, just to be happy, even if just for a second? or is it a subtle hint, a faint indication that you can't even see through the transparent deception that you're living?
this is based off of a game i was playing lmao. very beautiful. song is love birds by blumenthaler
