Morning begins.
Waking up.
Feeding the cat.
Eating breakfast.
A little exercise.
Checking the internet, reading the notifications.
Then the computer turns on, and the world begins to be written.
A story— so that a universe may exist.
Letter by letter, into an Omniverse.
Even this poetic fragment is part of a world— or perhaps one small world within the Omniverse.
He exists in the real world.
He stands beside the author.
Everywhere, there are characters— she, countless others.
As long as people think— and even when they do not— worlds are born.
From birth, to evolution.
From evolution, into pure concepts.
In a single day, how many worlds are born from reality?