“Macrocosm?” I ask.
He pauses, just for a second. “I suppose that’s not the term people use where you’re from. It means everything. Everything in existence; in the past, in the present, and in the future.”
“So like the universe.”
“Not exactly. You see, it’s really more of a triverse.”
“Triverse? Tri as in three?”
“Now you’re getting it. There’s my macrocosm, your macrocosm, and this one.” He looks at me curiously. “How’d you manage to get here, anyway?”
“I fell through my mirror.”
“That makes sense. We better get going now.”
“I don’t even know you.” He begins to walk away. “Wait! Where are you going?”
“I have places to be, things to do. And I do imagine that you’d like to get home. I can help with that.”
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this idea yet, but I like it so far.
