Parallel trees.
Those who
never were.
Generations,
family
genealogies
severed,
cut,
pruned
out of
existence.
Wars.
Famines.
Plagues.
Millions
die.
Many
generations,
millions
more never
born.
Severed
from time.
Never
born here.
Parallel
places
they reside.
Family
branches
passing
through.
Dimensionally
traveled.
Existing
in different
realms.
All possibilities
play out.
Genealogies
propagating
on different
worlds,
different
trees.
Infinitely
interconnected.
Parallel
trees.
All that
could be,
have been.
Will be.
Strange,
strange
existence
it be!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 22nd, 2022 20:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments1
I am intrigued by the idea of infinite parallel universes John.
Andy
Hi Andy,
You and me both. Thank you for reading.
JP
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