John listens, and in the aftermath remains silent. Strangely, this calms him, this strange revelation which…makes an odd sort of sense looked at the right way. The implications make his head hurt a little, that they’re…God knows where…
Another world. Beyond that, he knows it’s another world. They all do, but…maybe another universe, one so far divorced from any other…
“The anchor.” John breathes. “The cultists, they said that locket was an anchor—fuck, the goddamn leaf…”
An anchor for this…what? Microcosm of reality? An alternate world, a capsule of existence? However you look at it—
It hits John right then, so hard and so sudden he starts shaking again, has to rise from his seat and start pacing, moving, doing something.
“Schrödinger’s cat.” He breathes. Reality is perception, all things are real until you see them, faith becomes fact once you know, and the knowing limits.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be…
“…world without end.”
John stops and turns to Jon, eyes wide.
“I don’t think we’re on Marrow Isle—and I don’t think we’re dead.”
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Another world. Beyond that, he knows it’s another world. They all do, but…maybe another universe, one so far divorced from any other…
“The anchor.” John breathes. “The cultists, they said that locket was an anchor—fuck, the goddamn leaf…”
An anchor for this…what? Microcosm of reality? An alternate world, a capsule of existence? However you look at it—
It hits John right then, so hard and so sudden he starts shaking again, has to rise from his seat and start pacing, moving, doing something.
“Schrödinger’s cat.” He breathes. Reality is perception, all things are real until you see them, faith becomes fact once you know, and the knowing limits.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be…
“…world without end.”
John stops and turns to Jon, eyes wide.
“I don’t think we’re on Marrow Isle—and I don’t think we’re dead.”