The Multiverse

The fourfold path looms. It will converge into doom.   On the first, a woman walks ahead of a man who is her mirror. The know everything important. They understand what the other doesn’t. When he calls for her, she screams, and the path turns to dust.   On the second, a great flaming beast consumes everything it touches, attempting to fill the holes it gauges out of itself. It wants to give. It wants to take. It wants to be whole. It howls in anguish as it burns.   On the third, a child walks with the warmest light. It cannot not make the light. It cannot move the light. The darkness is behind it. It can only march forward.   On the fourth, there is nothing. A man looks where there is nothing. He searches and searches. There should be answers. He walks. There is nothing. Only the end of all things.   The fourfold path looms. It will converge into doom.