Magic, a concept.
Witchcraft, a concept.
Daoist mysticism, a concept.
The myriad heavens, a concept.
The inhuman, a concept.
Endless times and spaces converge, countless versions of you and me entwine.
The past and the future cycle endlessly, while tangled causal threads defy all reason.
Everything has been imbued with conceptual meaning.
Did you change me, or did I create you?
Different worlds, different systems.
Different beginnings, different endings.
You and I, so alike.
A lifetime? An instant?
The true self? A false self?
I don't know. I don't understand.
I only know that amid infinite concepts, I will find your shadow.
