multi-dimentional librarian

Clara arrived a little over twenty minutes later, her face pale as parchment, eyes wide and still swimming with the kind of shock that lingers like the afterimage of a lightning strike. The usual quick, confident step that made her seem like she was always halfway to laughing was gone, replaced by a hesitant shuffle—as if the ground itself had become uncertain beneath her. She crossed the threshold into Liam's dimly lit living room like someone stepping into a confessional, her fingers wrapped so tightly around her purse strap that the leather creaked in protest, her knuckles standing out like bleached bone against her skin.

Her breath came too fast, too shallow. The scent of rain still clung to her jacket, but beneath it was something sharper—the acrid tang of adrenaline, of near-miss terror. She didn't sit. Didn't even seem to register the clutter of takeout containers and scattered papers. Instead, she stood there, swaying slightly, as if her body hadn't yet decided whether to collapse or bolt.

Clara arrived a little over twenty minutes later, her face pale as parchment, eyes wide and still swimming with the kind of shock that lingers like the afterimage of a lightning strike. The usual quick, confident step that made her seem like she was always halfway to laughing was gone, replaced by a hesitant shuffle—as if the ground itself had become uncertain beneath her. She crossed the threshold into Liam's dimly lit living room like someone stepping into a confessional, her fingers wrapped so tightly around her purse strap that the leather creaked in protest, her knuckles standing out like bleached bone against her skin.

Her breath came too fast, too shallow. The scent of rain still clung to her jacket, but beneath it was something sharper—the acrid tang of adrenaline, of near-miss terror. She didn't sit. Didn't even seem to register the clutter of takeout containers and scattered papers. Instead, she stood there, swaying slightly, as if her body hadn't yet decided whether to collapse or bolt.

"It happened," she said, voice frayed with fearat the edges. "Exactly like you said."

A beat of silence. Then her gaze snapped to his, and the full force of her disbelief—her fear—hit him like a physical thing. babbling on she kept talking

"The truck. The light. The crash." Each word was a hammer strike. "Liam, I saw it. I heard it. If I'd been there—" Her throat worked. "How did you know?"

The air between them crackled. Not with mana, not yet—but with the weight of something irrevocable. The before. The after.

And Liam, standing there with his hands half-raised like he could somehow catch the truth before it shattered everything, realized: there was no going back now. 

He could feel Kairus's presence, a quiet watchfulness that felt both overwhelming and strangely comforting. This was it. The moment of truth.

well it does seem strange that kariur didn't tell him what to say,"i guess it up to me then"

He gestured vaguely at the worn sofa. "Sit down, Clara. Please."

She sank onto the cushions, her eyes never leaving him. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions and a palpable tension. Liam ran a hand through his hair, the weight of Kairus's instruction heavy on his mind. How could he possibly put this into words? How could he explain something so utterly, fundamentally insane?

Liam took a deep breath. "Okay. So… you know how I told you I've been seeing flashes?"

Clara nodded slowly, her gaze sharp. "Like the accident on Elm Street."

"Exactly," Liam continued, trying to pick his words carefully. "It's not just… seeing the future. It's more complicated than that. It's about… something else entirely." He looked around the room, gestured vaguely at the air. "Everything is made of matter just as you know . Not just physical stuff, but thoughts, emotions, possibilities. It's all connected. as much as i would hate to admit the air we breath is also another form of matter itself ,but.... you see....there are some who can refine this mass to become energy....."

"wait...like magicians?"

"yes, somehow,but rather than rely on tricks like magicians, this people harness the power of nature itself"

"_"

"Okay, imagine… imagine reality isn't just one straight line," looking at her dumbfounded face he continued Liam explained, the words feeling alien on his tongue, yet flowing with an uncanny ease, as if guided. "Imagine it's more like… a tree. Or a river with countless branches. Every decision, every tiny difference, creates a new branch, a new possibility. A different 'now'."

Clara stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. "Are you saying… there are other versions of us? Other worlds?"

"Indeed.....Worlds that diverge and converge, influenced by choices, by chance, by the very flow of energy. Every possibility, every outcome, exists across a tapestry of realities. What you perceive as 'the future' is often a strong possibility from a neighboring thread of that tapestry,."

Liam swallowed, feeling the enormity of what he was about to say. 

"there is indeed worlds far beyond our satalite could reach out to,countless of them, some moredeveloped than ours, others underdeveloped, and in these world we have at least someone who looks like someone you knpow, yet of different personality"

Clara flinched, a small sound escaping her lips. "Doppelgangers? Like… evil twins?"

Liam shook his head quickly. "No, not like that. Not inherently evil. Just… other 'you's.' Other 'me's.' Versions of us living out different lives, making different choices, experiencing different outcomes, across all these parallel realities. We're all connected by this energy, this fundamental energy, even if we're in different branches of the 'multiverse' as it is calls called."

He watched her face, seeing the struggle between disbelief and the undeniable proof of his earlier prediction.

"The flashes I see," he continued, his voice gaining a strange authority as Kairus's influence strengthened, "they're glimpses. Not necessarily of our future, Clara, but of a future in a very close, very similar reality. Sometimes, those possibilities are strong enough, or the mana aligns in such a way, that they bleed through into our reality, becoming the dominant path here too."

He met her gaze, his own filled with a desperate plea for understanding. "The accident on Elm Street… that was a strong possibility in a reality very close to ours. So close that it almost happened here. My vision didn't show me your future, Clara, it showed me a future that could have been yours in a slightly different reality. And by warning you, we… we changed that path for this reality. We chose a different branch."

Clara was silent for a long moment, her eyes fixed on some distant point, processing. Her breathing was shallow. "So… I could just walk out there, and in another world, I'd be… gone?"

"Yes," Liam said, the word heavy. "Or you could be a famous artist, or living on a farm, or never met me at all. The possibilities are infinite. And the more divergent the choice, the further away that reality is from ours. What I'm seeing now… it's the immediate, strong possibilities. The ones just around the bend."

A shudder ran through Clara. "And this person you've refuse to disclose his name… he's bben teaching you to see all this?"

"He's teaching me to control it," Liam corrected, feeling the immense burden of this new knowledge. "To understand the currents of this energy, to differentiate between a fleeting possibility and a strong potential. It's… it's overwhelming, Clara. And terrifying."

He looked around his apartment, no longer seeing just the mess, but sensing the the shimmering threads of mana, the subtle echoes of other lives, other choices, all around him. His world hadn't just split in two; it had splintered into an infinite number of parallel existences, and he was now acutely aware of them all.

Clara finally looked back at him, her eyes clouded with a mixture of fear, dawning wonder, and a deep, unsettling concern. "Liam i belive you......"

"son dinner's ready" his mother vioce from the kitchen