What if ghosts aren't what we think?
What if they're not the dead at all—
but the living, reaching across time from another thread of the universe?
Einstein said that time is relative—
not a river, but a landscape.
The past, present, and future —
every moment still exists, even if we can't access it.
It bends, it folds, it changes depending on who's watching.
Space gives us three coordinates—up, down, side to side—
but time only gives us one. Forward.
Or so we assume.
But who's to say time must only move in one direction?
Maybe that's what Zhuangzi meant,
when he wondered if he was a man dreaming of a butterfly,
or a butterfly dreaming of a man.
This is the story of how I met the love of my life—
a girl dreaming of a boy.
Or perhaps… a boy dreaming of a girl.
Two souls stitched together by something older than time.
Something human logic could never explain.