“these are what we call Memorias. they are physical manifestation of our deepest memories.

the place we’re in now is what we call an edge. there are various types of edges, each one of them playing different yet equally important mythical roles within the cosmos… anyway, this is a time edge, obviously. inside it, the laws that rule time, which by itself rules US do not possess any sort of effect here. what is physical becomes abstract, and what is abstract becomes tangible.

to say it short: memory ghosts! uuu!”

Max wasn’t exactly FOND OF the word “ghosts”, previous interactions considered.

“Are they dangerous? Can we open our eyes?”

“i wouldn’t recommend it, dear! the light here is as existent as it isn’t, and so are we! this state of existance uncertainty can only be philosophically validated through observation - the first and most sacred gift of all, the one we use to affirm reality.

however, the chances of finding yourself existant are the same ones as finding nothing: half-half. are you gonna take the risks? hohoho!”

“YEAH, BETTER KEEP EYES CLOSED.”

“I SHARE OF YOUR BRILLANT OBSERVATION, MY BOY.”

“the best we can do is to listen and enjoy the ride. the path is as abstruse as everything here, but in the chaos of an edge, there is always a Constant, a certainty that holds it all together.”

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