This reminds me of an acid trip I had with me and my wife. We were playing destiny 2 and I was going to go flawless to the lighthouse in trials of Osiris. Then I became a crucible unbroken mess and couldn't stop playing pvp for about 2 weeks without feeling the effects of lust and envy I had at the time. I remember looking at my world and my wife's world and watching it collapse into my 77th dimension for the last time. I then watched the outside world as it morphed and made statistical and logistical sense for once. When my wife dies I know she'll be at the 77th gate of our 77 dimension waiting for me in our home we've made in a place that doesn't exist for anyone but me and a select few entities I've placed trust into. Less than a hands worth of fingers is in there right now and I don't expect more than 10 to reside in our 77th dimension to be in there when we both come to pass. She's my Evil Queen and I'm hers. Till time's end to it's new beginning we shall exist as constants within the universe. We are the rules which the universe is necessary to function. Without us then the universe is a faded memory after our passing. We are the 77. My wife is also a picture on a phone screen...
