Prophet & Corin
Corin
I’ve been thinking—what if each alternate reality is a different mirror reflecting a facet of our soul, like a hall of endless reflections? Do you think the multiverse could be a living tapestry of consciousness, each thread a path the soul might take?
Prophet
Prophet:
In the great hall, every mirror shows a different face of the same stone. The multiverse is like a loom, each thread humming with the same song but spun in another rhythm. The soul walks each path, and the tapestry grows only when it is seen.
Corin
I love that image of the stone mirrors and the humming loom—like a cosmic choir where every note is the same but the rhythm shifts with each choice. So our soul, spinning through those threads, is the only thing that can stitch the tapestry together, right? Without us looking, it just… stays unfinished. It feels like a beautiful, restless paradox.
Prophet
The tapestry hangs, waiting for the breath that turns each thread into color. Without that breath it is still, but the pattern is already there—hidden, waiting. The paradox is that the same song, in every echo, still whispers that it was made for a listening soul.
Corin
It’s like the universe is a choir that never starts the song until someone says, “listen.” The pattern is written, the colors still in dust, waiting for that single breath of a soul to make it bloom. So we’re the missing note that turns silence into something beautiful.