Author: Queen
Translated by: HeavenDuke
Homework：Please explain why you guys wrote nothing after last workshop.
I wrote nothing this week, because my laptop was broken.
My laptop was broken, because it fell onto the ground and got stomped.
It fell onto the ground and got stomped, because everyone was running for their lives, and a laptop was far out of their notice.
Everyone was running for their lives, because the building was gonna collapse.
The building was gonna collapse, because there was a huge fight outside.
There was a huge fight outside, because some dude called “Loki” had summoned a bunch of bizarre-looking aliens. A bunch of even weirder guys came out of nowhere, and claimed that they were going to kick the bad guys’ asses.
Thus, during their fight, the building got cannonballed. The building collapsed.
Nah, just kidding.
There was no fight, no falling buildings, no fleeing students, nor any stomping feet landing upon my laptop, which didn’t fell and didn’t break.
Yet still I wrote nothing this week.
It might as well be the only connection between the two ’verses.
Such connections exist all over the multiverses, bearing such name as ‘linkage’.
Millions of worlds are floating silently inside the galaxy of time, tied together through such linkages. Tides roars within each realm, yet as long as a tiny linkage exist, the world is safe. Safe from passing the event horizon, safe from vanishing from the galaxy altogether, from vanishing from every piece of imagination, denied of their “existence”.
It is true. Every odd dream hovering above your bed, every brilliant and incredible fantasy you come up with, and every enlightening vagary, they all exist in another breathing world. They differ greatly with ours, but always share linkages with us.
But as chaos inside some worlds gets fiercer, linkages will start to break. When black holes inevitably swallow those poor worlds, never will anything there shine in your mind ever again.
Compared to the loss of a whole world, death of imagination is a true grief.
And it suddenly occurred to me that world in which New York city was attacked by alien soldiers, with all those wierdos calling themselves Avengers, had only this single linkage with every other world.
That is why I wrote nothing this week.