Being doubly homesick is a feeling I did not particularly need but here we are. I suppose as is often true, I did this to myself. I chose to go to school thousands of miles away, and I chose to cross the dimensional divide to see a better life here. So yes, I did it to myself… but it doesn’t mean I can’t feel sad, or melancholy, or whatever this is.
In an infinite universe of infinite possibility, everything is by definition infinitely possible, so it is infinitely possible that i don't exist in any reality and simultaneously, that I exist in every reality.
Conclusion? A truly infinite universe cannot exist because its very existence would contradict itself.
From the private notes of Diotima Erthrea, written in tiny print, somewhat difficult to read in places where her left-handedness has smeared the ink:
How to reconcile the existence of both tieflings and cambions? Literature no help; either wild speculation, poorly reasoned, or outright racist. Asked professors and they’re no help. Would say clueless but that would be rude. So this is me not saying clueless. You’re welcome.
So I have a theory. Hypothesis, actually. Background first though.
This is just a bit of a throwaway scenario I imagined… nothing ground shattering, nothing epic, but it does offer a bit of insight into Dio, I suppose?
I’ve asked myself what my beloved Baldur’s Gate 3 companions were up to in the months and years leading up to the events of 1492 DR, and occasionally, they have answered. This tale takes place in Yartar in 1491 DR, where Filia has at least a month now.
There are no spoilers here, so feel free to read if you’re in your own stories or even if you’ve yet to begin.
I’ve asked myself what my beloved Baldur’s Gate 3 companions were up to in the months and years leading up to the events of 1492 DR, and occasionally, they have answered. This tale takes place during the year or so before the events of Baldur’s Gate 3 began.
There are no spoilers here, so feel free to read if you’re in your own stories or even if you’ve yet to begin.