You’re inside a screen, deep into the digital sprawl. Sitting on the grass outside Kakariko Village, looking over the Corel Desert backdropped with a silhouette of the Boletarian Palace.
“You can’t imagine all the things I’ve been”, says theoretical pixel.
At the sky’s apex, it shifts from day to perpetual night.
“In my infinite parallel forms, I’m everything from the dirt you’re sitting on to a fleck of skull dust in the catacombs. I’ve lived a billion lifetimes over the past decade, and had my form thoughtfully crafted into tens of thousands of deep universes. The corona of an alien sun.… [continue reading]