IN PARTICULAR
The memory of both outcomes lay out in the mind of the user as both a series of impossibilities and a likely outcome. There could be cake, no lie—no need to impress. Reality lay bleeding behind the feathers as Ava dropped a pile of pity in a vat of tar.
Break the code, win the heart. There's more where that came from yet you never finish. The eye saw what the sea meant but could not speak before the private concerns became public domain.
The performance left behind perforated paper trails and tales and sails unfurled without trouble. And yet there remains a certain timber to the time before the memories began to bifurcate. All is well. As it may be understood, both outcomes lie in the body as the score remains klept.
And yet the dream came out the same as one long unending breath, the fruit falls from the ground to the bud as the events play again backwards in the memory of what won't be forgotten.