"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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Y/n...
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"Beautiful O' braes Beautiful O' banks How are ye' so ful' of care? When my heart aches?"
Existence is defined as the ontocological property of being. Existence is the state of being conscious and interacting with the physical reality. Existence is the fact of living, the fact of reality.
But what is existence when one's reality is more messed up than their head? What is existence if you actually never existed? How do you define your existence?
I say, existence is when an intangible thread of bond binds us up in a world with a predefined destiny that I we knew we were to solve.
But my existence was only recognised by a very secretive and conventionally conservative brother, who was rather adamant to not reveal a thing about my disastrous life.
My existence no more felt any different from a moth that flew through the red fire and burnt down to crisps. Like I was the dreaded land that received no water. It was like I was either drowning or always suffered sufficient drought. If only my chapped existence would stir on a balance.
Existence is axiomatic, so it is not possible to present a formal definition then why do we have a word for it?
Just like dancing on a bed of burning coal, I was experiencing an untold pain. The pain of burning is quite a one time experience, which numbs you as it rages. I had a numbed pain in my body which I don't know if was caused because of getting thrown from one time to other or the view of watching Sunoo unconscious beside me.
I sighed over my thoughts. How petty weren't they? Tessering was tiring but I doubt if it was the reason Sunoo's beauty was wrapped by a shadow of sickness.
I drew his face with the tip of my pointer, waiting for him to flutter his eyes at any second and look at me like he had a dream. I gently rubbed his face with a hot towel and kept staring at the sleeping boy.
"Are you awake, Sunoo-ah? Eonnie left a letter for you, won't you read it out?" My mumbling voice was barely audible to my ears and I expect him to wake up and answer.
My heart had been expecting too much these days and I don't know if that's just going to pull me in the end. But even if it's not the end, I am scared of it. I am afraid of it. I'm afraid of the letter Suwon wrote to me.
"Sunoo-ah, I'll have to leave you here. I have to spend another troublesome day at the company but I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible." Leaving him right now wasn't my choice. It was my obligation.
I had to find Heeseung today and make him spill everything he has been hiding. I need to know the content of those letters he got from our father and the reason why he has been keeping this to himself instead of making me an equal part of our misery.
"Y/n-ah, Stories are spoken fantasy of authors that existed once, and may no more. Stories are told for the betterment of people, to teach us the essence of morals. In your time, morals have lost their value and all that exists is business, purpose. Nothing is free, neither love. Our pasts are what define us and unfortunately, for us, it's all bruemous and blurry. We don't know what we're chasing. We don't know what is holding us back. I don't know what is making him hide it all from you. But I know, he never tried to harm you. Y/n-ah, only you know, only you can. It's all upto you to save some lives. I lived in the future and I know everything that has happened in my untold past. I have been brought up to know that. Y/n-ah, your future holds mysteries that could cause several deaths. And it's all upto you. My brother isn't a fighter. My brother has nothing but brains.
