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She fell through the cracks in time and space. From one universe to another without reason or a cohesive and realistic pathway.
Earth-that-was, five-hundred years ago. Found others like herself, don't belong, don't fit within the realistic parameters of the temporal space.
And yet we're still here. Still existing. Can't seem to see or hear beyond the walls but within we can still interact. They want us to interact. Wouldn't have working message boards if they were trying to cut us all off.
Like ants in an ant farm.
Someone watching, but growing bored and neglecting to feed the ants. Slowly they wither and die. Or turn to cannibalism.
Simon, I know you're here.
Earth-that-was, five-hundred years ago. Found others like herself, don't belong, don't fit within the realistic parameters of the temporal space.
And yet we're still here. Still existing. Can't seem to see or hear beyond the walls but within we can still interact. They want us to interact. Wouldn't have working message boards if they were trying to cut us all off.
Like ants in an ant farm.
Someone watching, but growing bored and neglecting to feed the ants. Slowly they wither and die. Or turn to cannibalism.
Simon, I know you're here.