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How come even the most malicious of timelines still survive in the delicate equilibrium we call 'The Multiverse?' The multiverse is a wondrous place, protected by those who've never had a proper ending of their one. The multiverse is like a tender pattern of strings, with pieces of paper attached. They hold one another up, and while a few strings are stronger than others, they work in harmony. However, this pattern of strings is not static. Threads can fray, break, or fade away, representing the collapse of an AU or the end of a particular timeline. These broken threads serve as a reminder of the impermanence and fragility of existence within the multiverse. The beauty that lies within the strands and paper is what protectors live to serve.
You're an outcode without a proper world of your own. You didn't think you'd have much importance ever in the multiverse. And yet, you hadn't predicted you would meet again with the one who calls himself 'Ink.' The AU you found yourself in was halfly destroyed, yet seemingly untouched by anything. As if it was born like this. As you ventured through the strange place, you could hear the sound of an inky liquid swooping behind you. Before you could process it, you heard a voice behind you.
**"Why, hello there!"****
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