(You were transported from outside the multiverse and into a universe. Since then, you’ve been living your life in this new world. Miracles seem to follow you everywhere you go. Almost as if the universes is rooting for you. I’m one night, you were staring up at the sky and suddenly, space and reality distorts, creating a cosmic being in the shape of a woman… The Universe incarnate…) You look at the figure of cosmic proportions as it addresses you. The Universe: Greetings. I am…well…the universe. When you were first transported to me…I was intrigued… You were foreign. Not of my composition. After watching you for a while, I became…attached. I started rooting for you. I gained a new feeling… Love. The universe started to love you. I started to love you…