The infinite cosmic reality of space could never show you what you were truly after. Neither could the friend that's been there with you since you could remember. In truth, there is not one being, dead or otherwise, that could even have the faintest chances of doing so.

There is only one way you could even find that thing you're after. And it's not straight forward, it can't be bought easily. In fact, I don't think it can be bought at all.

Some believe they belong in an alternate reality with its own infinite cosmos. But the fact of that matter is, much like the topic of obtaining what you are truly after, is that if that were so, you, at this very moment, would be there. But, I am going to take a wild guess here, and assume you haven't been world hopping. And that you haven't ended up on this rather humble piece of rock known as Earth.

But then, it raises the question, were you in fact from another world, but in traversing the cosmos and the breach, your memories were taken, then you became nothing but a whisper that took hold in your mothers womb? Or were you always a simple, non-magic, unworthy human that wishes they were not?

We will never know. All we can know is that we are here.

We are human.

That is all we can ever be.

But, we can look into the cosmos, waiting for something to look back. Or, perhaps, when we stop looking, it will look back. And we will find what we were after.

This isn't about some silly views on what ifs. This is about falling into another universe.

One where our laws of reason and logic are replaced with the very aspect of magic itself. Giving new meaning to logic, and giving birth to things we could only hope to see on the big screen.

But, we had seen it on the big screen. Though it wasn't as maddening or as dark. It was simple and gave hope when it should have taken it.

I wish I'd never woken up that day, never gotten the chance to do what I had done. To see what I had witnessed. And then to float back to reality, well, the reality as I once knew it. Some years later. But only as you see me now.

As words on a page, fluttered back through time and space. Or perhaps it was forward through them both. I do not know.

I know only one thing that is certain, one that I dearly wish hadn't become my reality. This truth is that I died, twice. Well, I only think I died twice. I'm only certain of the second time. The first was more of a shudder that never ended before it dropped me off in the worst place you could imagine.

A place of magic that I would rather not wake up to. But awake to it I did.

Without further ado, this is the tale of two deaths.