I ripped a hole through time and space. I followed my own trail through the void of nothingness. My hand couldn't touch the worlds where my other selves resided but I could see glimpses into their lives. So many different ways my life could have unfolded but only one caught my eye.
The world I wanted desperately to join had me spending time with mushrooms and a cute green dinosaur. My face in that world always looked happy especially when he was in the small glimpse along with her. He was a boy dressed in mysterious purple clothes and eyes of the same color. When he first appeared, I thought he was cold and dangerous. How could I not? His appearance screamed those things.
The other universe Zoey never feared him. From the glimpse I saw her fall from the sky to the last glimpse when she survived the bomb. She believed in him. Relied on him. and he, he relied on her even more.
My fingers desperately tried to grab onto this world. To become that Zoey and have that boy. I craved to monopolize that happiness. I craved to leave this cold and empty world to theirs. A world that was dangerous but beautiful. Such a lovely place. A place I could never join.
The glimpses flashed in and out, taunting me with their majesty. I began to hate my own machine for showing me what was unreachable. I was born into this world that beat me into a shadow version of that girl. Not happy, Not "alive", and all alone.
Without even realizing it, I shattered everything that allowed me to see. The machine fell into ruin by my own hand. I destroyed it. My only window to something better and it became useless. After that realization, you could say that I fell into a deep dark hole. There was nothing left for me. Just thinking about how I could never see my light version again killed me. "What have I done?" I kept repeating to myself over and over. I really believed I would die from everything that I inflicted on myself.
So much time passed or maybe I think it did. It could have been seconds. It could have been minutes. However long I sat in that state, I finally realized what I should do. My eyes opened in happy realization, I am a scientist. This world can easily be rewritten by me. I stood up and then I really realized what I could do. My own Rythian could be artificially created. With my creative mind, I could be the happy Zoey that I desperately tried to become.