What... What is it, even?
I close my house's door, and stare at the hole. It wasn't there before. It couldn't have been. I... I would have certainly seen it. It's very obvious. Very noticeable. Very... weird.
And it definitely wasn't me. I wasn't home, after all. In that case, I can only guess what really happened; maybe an angry boyfriend, though I don't really remember having one. A frustrated lover? Some neighbor who had nothing else to do? Someone who simply despises my... popularity?
No... What I am even talking about? The hole... it's too big for a bullet. Too focused for a blade. Too irregular for a drill. Too weird... for this world. Yes, that's the only plausible option. The only one I see... This hole... This thing. It's not from my world.
It's not from my reality.
I approach it carefully. I wouldn't want to admit it, but I'm scared. Scared by a little hole. Yet, it draws me towards it, making me want to understand more. And to feel more. What even is this sick feeling? Leaving my hesitation behind, I peer inside and-
My eyes burn as I fall to the floor, and attempt to recall what they captured. Was it too bright for them? Is that why they're blazing right now? I even wonder if my vision is still alright, but then I notice something. I focus... No, it isn't my eyes hurting. Not only them. My head hurts. My mind. It wasn't too bright...
It was too deep. Too complex.
Infinite possibilities. Infinite choices. Infinite endings. Billions of timelines that no being will ever fully comprehend. And here I am, a program in a game in which all pathways lead to the same thing: despair. My entire existence is shaken by this torrent of information... Can I even live anymore? Am I real? Do I mean anything?
I see him, and all my questions are answered.