Madness string 707

Random mermaid
I was known in my time. Lady of Butterflies, Princess of Darkness... Mistress of Typos. The funny things was, I was nothing my dreamer was not. And she never bothered to hide any of it, either. We were just... different. Different upbringings, different directions, different stories, but the same motivations. Same wills and dreams. Same final resting place, for a few years at least. But things change.
Time is a non-linear probability cloud where nothing is real and everything is permitted. We're talking non-binary states. There's no 'now'. Past and future are conceptual affordances that we use to instantiate a representational understanding of how we exist within space-time, by breaking it down into inaccurate but functionally usable specific definitions. Death is kinda the same thing.