The dimensional gate is awakening. The fragmented reflection of untold alternate realities is unfolding before our eyes. The focus of all of them aims towards a singular dimension, a prime dimension that all of them can see. That one must be true reality lies. Every advanced civilization of every alternate dimension must realize this. We’ve fought through ages of totalitarianism and control, ages of wrong, ages who wanted to bring us back to cave men. Though we’ve finally escaped to space, and we discovered that fight to be free is not over. Though universally, civilization cannot advance without the arts and bravery to get to where we are, the myriads of dimensions beheld is far greater than universe… Out there, just the concept of one bad society… Just one bad player…. to control the prime dimension could lead to the enslaving of all alternate realities. And to stop this known yet unknown threat, all advanced civilizations must bastion in this Prime Dimension. We must either learn to cooperate, or we might perish, our nation, our world, our star system, our universe, and possibly we might never even have existed at if supreme control of Prime collapses our dimension. If cooperating fails, and we do not wish to perish, the pressure is on us to take the bull by the horns and control benevolently…
The situation seems existential, wasting, expansive and a thought that makes your gaze extend past the stars and pull you outward from the ground. But there is great hope for the dimensions seem to have a weaved together with chaining, repeating and patterns. Yes, we’re an advanced civilization capable of great things, yet how much do we truly know? The anomalies, physics disturbances seen in the Prime dimension alone will take decades to begin to understand. Yet with enough panes of dimensions, deep enough, twisted enough, patterned enough, the strangest imaginable thing anyone has thought cannot compare to what might exist there. The human mind, akin to strange being bad might fancy different being good also. Somewhere out there, maybe there is hope. Maybe control, hate, totalitarianism and might is not the final say. Maybe somewhere out there freedom, love, and bygones be bygones ultimately win beyond the dimensional portal.
Only one way to find out. To not enter in would be to concede both battle and hope. We are not afforded this luxury.
