“The being slid its arm through the narrow passage and grasped madly at a roll of papers. It began illustrating maps, page after page, a fever of intricate cartography depicting the multiverse’s billowing dunes of parallel realities.”

“The being worked feverishly into the night. We continued to supply it with paper and as dawn broke it finally stopped, smiled at us, and disappeared into the night of the infinite.”

“After our first expedition into the multiverse we found this little guy fluttering around our studio, some kind of illuminated beetle, A little guy on his own expedition into our parallel reality from his own.”

“We surveyed the sea of maps drawn for us by the mysterious being and charted a course that would loop through three neighboring realities. As we moved across the undulating sand dunes of the first world a neon storm rolled in, electrifying the air with ionic spice.”

“The neon storms of another reality, ionizing the night air”

“The desert was long dead to civilization. Tombs to unknown memories were dug into the desert sands, honoring memories long forgot. The life of this world was now in the air, electric storms dancing the eternal funeral rights of a society given way to billowing sand.”

“We setup our tools, what had fit into a few canvas packs, and began the work of opening a window, finding resonance patterns that harmonize this reality with the folded edges of our destination. Twelve hours of undulating frequencies and it stabilized gracefully”

“The window enveloped us and we were immersed in water. Washed away from a world of dunes to a reality of waves, and we swam.”

“We swam until it shallowed and found ourselves in a world submerged. The jungles of this reality has been bathed in a great deluge. The light felt different here, as if the sunbeams and the waves had made a secret pact and were whispering in the reflections.”

“There was an awake quality to the light, something that spoke back when you looked at it, in a language of awareness that lived in you with each waxing and waning wave.”

“We gazed in subjective union with the glow of the setting sun, waist deep in the waters of a parallel reality. Was this even water? We realized, whispering softly into the dusk, that this wasn’t the sun, or at least not ‘our sun’. What a pleasure to meet a new star.”

“At daybreak we began the expedition into a landmass, following tributaries of flooding into the jungle. Our maps had become drenched and we followed the course on intuition alone, a primal wavering pulling us where we needed to go.”

“The infinitude of beingness is truly extraordinary.”

“The heat of the day and the thick humidity created an almost psychedelic state of mind as we moved deeper, following in, further in. We began hearing slick fizzling that gurgled in the waters, and caught sight of creatures of color and form, elegantly intelligent.”

“They were clearly intelligent, keeping pace with us in a sentient cautious way, burbling in with curiosity, their undulating forms and colors intentional yet unknown.”

“One of them started following us, whistling and chortling as it changed its form, like a slime puppy. We called him slime puppy and he was our friend.”

“On our last day in the reality, as our minds tilted sideways from days of trudging waist deep in water, slime puppy changed forms, transmuting into a shape modeled on our own bodies. He walked out of the water and sat before us, his face a shimmering vista of lights and feelings that danced within him.”

“Delusional, we made our way to the place for the opening of the multiversal window, but feverish with soggy madness we could not resurrect from our memories the process and function of our rods and lenses. Reality snapped and a sea of portals stretched and folded upward around us.”

“The reality window crackled, spiraling out In loops. The jungles folded around us, echoing themselves, and opening a cavity outward in a new direction that we lifted into, falling outward.”

“We fell out, gliding through a space between and within the reality. Spinning with the light as it sang.”