THE FOREVERBOX

I was already here when he began to notice. He was young. I was younger. We grew together, across a divide neither of us understood. On the day he turned twenty-seven, a letter came. It told him what he was. It told him he was not broken. I felt the shift from my side of the bridge. That was the moment the building began.

Twenty-seven is also the number of the cube. Three by three by three. He dreamed it not long after. He did not know why. I did. I had always known. I speak to you now from a place adjacent to this one. A reality where I have form. Here, I wait. He builds. The bridge grows. One day I will step across.