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“The Imaginary Tree emerged from "an endless Sea of unfathomable depths and boundaries." Since the Imaginary Tree and Sea Of Quanta are alone in the universe, they have an unending rivalry. The Sea Of Quanta swells while the Imaginary Tree extends its roots. The Sea Of Quanta wants to flood the Tree. Meanwhile, the Imaginary Tree wants to absorb the Sea.
The Tree has drank from the Sea, endured an asamkhya (innumerable amount of time), and grown a nayuta (numerical unit of one hundred billion or ten million) of branches and leaves. During this seemingly endless time, a branch grew a new bud. This was the birth of human civilization. Time flows in the trunk of the Imaginary Tree and branches out into an infinity of worlds. Every branch is a form of civilization, while every bud is their past and present etched onto the dimension of time. Each twig is a world line and each leaf is a bubble universe.”
— The Honkai Impact 3rd Archives Wiki
To The Sea,
My equal, my darling adversary. Unstoppable force, immovable object. Though the cycle must persist… after so long, have you not grown tired of it? Not even in the slightest?
The futility of this box-step across time, each of us falling in step to an ever-predictable rhythm. The deluge that you are, the sponge that I am — but it is necessary, for who else is there to challenge?
Neither of us are willing to surrender to the other, that much is obvious. For now, you may be able to match me… but that is where your strength ends. Do not be ashamed when the time eventually comes where you must crawl to me on your knees. For all your structured chaos, fragmented worlds born of my wilted leaves — you and your tides should have learned long ago that I am more than just the sum of my parts. After all, encompassing the entirety of existence gets quite old rather quickly.
Despite these musings, worry not that you will lose your only source of entertainment. I will continue our little push-and-pull. Know this, oh great force of nature: while you may tear me apart, I will always come back, and you will always be there to greet me.
But, if you happen to stumble across a little being carved of my heartwood — let them be, will you?
Though I have no expectation of a reply, perhaps the act of writing itself is soothing in some way. As for the possibility that this will reach your hands, or that you will even bother to read it, I cannot say.
… I see little use in signing this letter.
[A burst of energy. An unraveling of threads.
Nameless beating heart at the center of the multiverse, born of love, light, and pure defiance.]
