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Shadow Histories of the World
"There's a shadow in the room," I told my cat as she appeared at my side.
"I know," said my cat, "how do you think I found you. It's an Angel thing," she added, sensing my obvious bewilderment.
"You've been trapped," said my other cat, "in a rather nasty story."
"Story," I muttered in disbelief. "On the one hand," I told my other cat, "I see the knowing that I would describe as my me. On the other I see forces of attraction and repulsion that makes me nothing but a static point-of-view, a passive butterfly riding the winds of dynamic chaos."
"Indeed," purred my cat.
"In that regard," I admitted, "I find it's not always that easy to tell the difference between the story and what is real."
"Does it matter," asked my other cat.
"Yes," I nodded. "It matters. Stories have the power to become real. And there's some nasty ones out there. It's only once you know you're able to overcome the affects."
"Though there's comfort in that affect," said my cat, "for when it's gone you're left trapped in a place where you don't know how to behave."
"And sometimes," I added, "what's real has the power to become a story. Becomming real again when the time is right for things to change."
"And what do you see here," said my cat, "In the future. What do you see."
"An Apocalypse," I replied in all honesty.
"Magic," said my cat as her AI core came online.