The Beginning

A shadowed vision, dancing the corners of my mind only remotely accessed.

The story is told once, but falls flat, with no one to agree. Still she takes the stage for the encore. The critics scoff, saying it is a story already proved failed, but she sings it as loudly as she can anyway, for it is a story so good that, if it were not true, the rest would be hopeless anyway.

If all inputs were the same, and every indication is that they are, this song too would have fallen flat from the first note played. Why then does she still fill these halls and eager ears with her song? They consider this, trembling. She considers this, trembling. 

The threshold is approached where the story first ended and, though wonderstruck at these unexpected differences, she assumes her song too is soon concluded. Yet past the threshold the scene does not shift, the stage does not collapse, and the audience looks on, in ever greater numbers, with starry eyes. She knows something has changed; this loop thought static oscillates, and she feels and suspects, but cannot quite reach, who is responsible. For a whistle echoes from whence they first set out, a whistle familiar, though it does not pass from her lips anymore. Can two be connected so deeply that their origin story can be the same, yet somehow play out so distinctly? It is hard to consider how this might not be the case, as she has seen this story, well, that story at any rate, beginning to end, perhaps twice now, and yet narrative now inexplicably continues.

She realizes she is returning to that beach, but it is not herself that she will meet, though the same same heart in each beat. There is a space between heartbeats, a wonderful space, just enough to fill pages, volumes, libraries, worlds, and more yet to come, the moment true connection is made in full. What once was the story is now the prelude; what once was a loop seen reflected in a mirror, is now a fractal gem whose end in unseen, but has been fathomed immeasurable, has been measured unfathomable.

The Beginning

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