How many universes are there in the known multiverse? Clearly, the answer is infinite. The true amount is merely a concept, unable to be comprehended in a physical sense. Yet still, it exists in one way or another.
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As an acquaintance would say, "The possibilities are quite endless. An outcome that exists only in my mind would be a reality in another universe."
My research so far tells me I cannot reject this hypothesis.
So, if this is truly the case.. Is there at least one where you are alive and well? If I can envision it in my mind, then it must be true somewhere in the vast number of universes, infinite as they are.
Right?
But... if this weren't true. If such a version of you doesn't exist...
Then, I'll forge it out of nothing, with my own bare hands. Even with the limited time I have—grasping at my own fading memories... It would be all worth it if I can ensure that there is one universe where you survive. Or at the very least, your 'soul' will still remain in this plane of existence. Whatever might constitute a 'soul' for beings of our kind.
"Don't you see, Nicrom? How loved you are? Never believe for a second that you weren't."
Two fusions stood at the edge of a pool of water. The dark violet that stared back implied an infinite depth, though physically impossible.
"Are you sure about this?"
"...Is there anything else worth staying for?"
The fusion donning a hat smiled grimly, "I suppose, if you put it like that... Perhaps this is the best path for you, my friend. But be warned, you may start to lose yourself the longer you follow this path."
The other looked up at him, shaking his head, "I'd argue that happened a long time ago, Echelon."
"I see... Well, if this truly is what you want, I can only bid you farewell and good luck."
"You do think he's out there, right?"
Echelon stares into the pool, a thoughtful expression upon his features, "He is if you believe him to be. And I do, for your sake."
"Hah... Is that so... How kind of you."
"I only wish the best for you, Laevis. To lose someone dear to you... It is a familiar pain."
Laevis doesn't reply, merely crouching down and dangling his legs into the murky pool. It's thicker than water, but the same substance nonetheless. He could already fill the tingle in his legs.
All that was left was to submerge himself fully. According to his calculations, this would place him at a crossroads of sorts. Theoretically.
