This is a story of perception, of time, of our existential experiences, of friendship, of the way we affect each others perspectives, and more. It is absurd. It doesn't make sense, but that is alright, because sometimes the things that are the least grounded in reality at first are the most true in hindsight. This is a story about a skeleton and a fish lady whose lives are monumentally changed when the skeleton's brother dies. It's a story of brother love, friend love. It's about attempting to piece together one's way of seeing the world when a major part of it is erased. It's like coming home and finding your sofa stolen, except the sofa was a person that you had held onto the way a mother would cling onto her child. It's about attempting to piece together the framework of reality when you realize that the time loop you have been stuck in has shattered and that all of your actions really do matter now. This is a story where the author does not own the characters or some of the ideas presented. For further research I highly recommend reading Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus.
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