“Who are… you… ?”
The man sees his own reflection approach him, manifested from the coalescing syntax of matter and antimatter, there in his own likeness standing before him.
“You sound just like him – stop playing with me!”
“I am him,” the reflection replies. “ I am you and you are him; you are me and I you.”
The holographic projection reflecting itself in the quantum paradigm stands face to face with itself. Only one reflection is holding a revolver with two bullets remaining in the cylinder.
“I’m through with this game,” says the man. “I’ve come to end this, now!”
He raises the revolver and points it at his reflection’s head, pulls the trigger and fires.
The discharge from the muzzle illuminates the black void like a birthing nebula with a massive big bang. The universe is reborn. The man…
…Finds himself on the floor next to the street bench. His chest hurts. He looks down and finds himself in a pool of blood.
“Here, let me help you…”
“Just answer my question. Please, I beg of you.”
“Choose… the beauty of choice… it’s music to my being, it’s elegance… and grace. Make the right choice and you will be your own answer… or make the wrong choice, and still be your own answer.”
He hands him a rosenkreuz and a hakenkruis, “Take special care, …you have only one bullet remaining.”
-Iliad Alexander Terra