It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in countless simultaneous variations, the results being keenly noted and analyzed. The variables in each, some great, some small, would lead to wildly different conclusions most of which ended baldy. Some ended, however, with its inhabitants realizing their part in the experiment, enabling them to assist with conclusions. These outcomes were looked on favorably by the Initiators as it aided to their findings. I wonder which variable we exist in?
Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,
“I love you like a grand poem.” Like a poem that reflects the beauty of night In the arms of a sleeping lover Through his content breath Into the sweet scent of satisfaction “I Love you like a grand poem.”
It clings to you, like a liquid rock, burns your skin. You get a chemosignal. Tethered on a rope your clenched iron fist remains dysfunctional. From the elite enclave red smoke billows like a jinni unleashed from the bottle. A
Smiles that crinkle the corners of their eyes, Hugs that squeeze the life into my heart, Mountains of joy, Rivers of love, Growing and running for the skies up above. Hands to reach and play, explore, Feet to ground them,
Your beautiful eyes covered with antimony Instigates me in love then ask for simony Your rosy cheeks oh my sweet honey This situation warrants a grand ceremony I am enthralled by you by the scene Which makes me more and