Everyone who comes into the team has a different way to
comprehend the multiverse, when it spreads out infinitely all around them. The
woman with the star covered skirt sees it as a never-ending series of paintings
hanging on gallery walls. The man with the robotic arm sees globes of light,
forever moving around each other. The tentacled psychic sees it as an ocean
with islands every few feet.
All metaphors, all ways to stop their brains from melting as
they look upon all possible creation, a trick to save themselves from reality.
Everyone has one.
Except the new girl…
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