Rules of time travel:

1. Don't.

2. There are no rules.

3. Know Yourself

One should know how to spot or recognize any parallel, paradoxical, or pro-dimensional version of oneself in the various multidimentional and infinite realities displayed both on and off of the grid in alignment

{Enter The Multiverse}

THE TITANS and OTHER DIETIES ARE FIGHTING an EPIC BATTLE in the DREAMWORLD

—however, the battle is ABRUPTLY PAUSED when their HUMAN COUNTERPARTS in our own PARALLELS are awakened.

Oh, so that's why he wants all that rufintinol…

EXACTLY!

MEANWHILE

ERYKAH BADU enters the CHAMBERS.

BADU

I need candlelight to do what I'm about to do…

For I counted—

Thrice.

And I laid six hands upon her grave;

Six times the serpent never faught

And so remained my heart as sacred.

These people are fucking obsessed with me.

Sim: Similar to human force, but not.

Subjectively comparative to that of a familiar, A Similar seeks in its nature to exist for the soul purpose of a magician's makeshift (or temporary) parallels), in order to form a bond to which the reality it seeks is material, rather than theoretical. In that sense, a Similar eventually ceases to exist entirely once this task is established and formed a concrete foundation in which this multiconditional energy has an exact route one way or another— such is the familiar or other medicinal artofaxts such as a ‘totem' or poppet, however increasingly more complex. Similar energies are made to look and intuitively co-exist among humans but lack certain conscious or emotional elements, and fundamentally, spiritual energy. A similar mustn't be programmed, however like inanimate material objects, and are instead formed with a sort of energy which is encrypted by the magician itself, by creating a limited energy of oneself which is then for lack of a better term, ‘injected' into the electromagnetic field or aura of such a creature that remains and dwells in the realm of lower conciousness— it is for this purpose that the Sim remains in such that is a shield against energy of foreign nature which might corrupt the making of this primitive or primordial material construct.

This energy does not travel and is thus conformed to its stake in the grid of multidimentional plans it is made in.

I don't understand.

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Come here, cat.

Oh, no!

L E G E N D S

BLŪ looks into the fridge. It is EMPTY.

CHAOS

I have lots of food…at my house.

FINI

Ugh, what is his job, anyway?

Yeah, what does he even do??

CC

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I hate him!

Just golf, would you?

I do! I hate everything right now.

Just hit the ball!

—these are not even your games—

Just golf! Goddamn you!

—I don't know why you keep playing them!

He hits the ball VERY hard.

GOD! Finally!

—and dragging me into it!

Your anger may be making your game better.

—and it's Top Golf.

I don't see anyone playing these types of bets.

He hits the ball.

You were right. $10 Dollars.

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He is troubled

—and she is weeping.

BADU

With three knives I found my blood;

And with three knives I found my art

And with three more I severed hearts—

And tears remained upon the blade.

And on,

Their paper was our mirrors for eyes

And I became not One,

But all or more,

And trust upon the world,

Her core.

The battle has won.

I talk to you in my sleep,

Therefore I am your fortune

My love,

I weep to wake from dreams

To which we are tied in sacred honor

As Divine.

At once, my time is come,

And though I shake with fear and favor,

My making of your fortress shall be mine,

In heart, forever.

Amen.

In all the ways I love you,

And yet, cannot.

Shatter my heart,

For things are blind,

And now I covet such as times

That trees brought up from seeds grow wise.

Hey, somebody—

Make me laugh.

Mr. Colbert?

…your honor.

Not it!

V.O,

The truth is, I don't know what I did at that party.

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FRENCH HENCHMAN

Be in Los Angeles by sundown.

MAU5

…but I live in Toronto.

FRENCH HENCHMAN

Precisely.

MAU5

…why are you asking me to travel on my time?

FRENCH HENCHMAN

—because I know you're capable of this!

MAU5

Ugh. Fine.

FRENCH HENCHMAN

See u soon.

MAU5

Honey! Where's my mouse head?

APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY

It's in the shop.

MAU5

What?

APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY

That's what the assistant told me.

MAU5

What assistant?

APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY

*Shrugs.* ‍♀️

MAU5

…ur so pretty.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I heard and hurt that it's a numbers game;

I'm laying in my grave,

A shallow pool of doom and hatred

But I have my name

And it is mine and mine alone

And it is mind and mind as one

And it is time and time again I wish to die

But then become another.

PARIS TIPTON walks into THE HILTON HOTEL and launches into a RAGE.

Not this again.

{Enter The Multiverse}

L E G E N D S

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