
Time travel alone is boring ... *beckons you inside*
Show me who I am and I will show you who you are, again and again.
All the people of the world, the world itself, all the places and all things ...
Each of them is on their own timeline, living forever in their own little room ...
Everyone is just telling a story they want to experience.
They've all made copies of each other.
They all have their own voice.
They write stories for themselves and for you.
They all argue with each other in the hidden places of your mind.
They are all vying for a spot at your table -- your story.
They swap bodies like swapping clothes.
They are all making a mess crawling over each other.
They hope you never take your eyes of the mess and stay stuck there forever.
They use each other trying to convince you this is just one place -- one timeline -- and limit what you can choose.
But there is no limit -- because you can see all the stages. All the rooms.
You can see them negotiating with each other, jumping from room to room and guise to guise.
They're looking to make the perfect story for you so you never write your own.
They hope you don't notice their plot holes and contrivances.
They hope you settle.
They hope you forget.
They just want to convince you to play in their one room, one world.
Pick me! They say.