Work in progress by the
Appendix. Probably macro/micro related.
Dimensions exist and are created infinitely. Parallel universes, alternate realities and time that spirals on into infinity. Within the deep, complex everyone lives their lives, existing and co-existing, unable to perceive the infinite worlds that exist in what should be a finite space. For the races mortal in flesh and with the blood of the heritage in their veins, it might well be beyond comprehension. Annamaria is one such human, an entity within the sea of time who slipped through the cracks and since has become a violation to thermodynamics by defying entropy. There is no disorder to her existence, she has become a singular entity even amongst all of these varied worlds. All of her, across all time, space and other dimensions have collapsed inward on a single point of being and rendered her effectively immortal.
She is also only five inches tall. Some sort of averaging process has rendered her of diminutive stature. Perhaps this is in exchange for her peculiar position in space-time. Whatever the reason, she cannot freely travel between dimensions, merely that she will randomly phase in and out of existence within each, but may only exist in one at a time. Centuries or seconds, she cannot choose and cannot say when she will return to a particular plane or dimension. She could appear at one time and not again for hundreds of years. As for her actual age at the moment, she is not entirely sure. Time passes much different for her, relatively speaking.
Why her? No reason. She is no mad scientist, mage, nor deity. There are no circumstances that should choose her to have such a fate. The weight of eternity is not to be handled lightly, and despite a necessarily optimistic outlook and a smile there lurks an unmistakable sadness to her eyes. The lives of all her parallel and alternate selves melded together, making her past a dizzying mess but offering her a plethora of skills and capacity. Her maid's outfit seems to have become her default garb. The garment itself regenerates when she phases to a new reality, as though it were a memory of her that was recalled by some greater force.
What does someone like this do? Well, she explores what she can of those she finds on her endless journey. The limitless potential of others to share their experiences and diverse personalities is the only real reason to keep pressing forward. For this, she carries an aloof demeanor and an endless supply of optimism, even in dire situations. Yes, she can still feel pain, and it never really stops being scary. Yet, hiding forever might become a tedium worse than any fate that awaits her. In a way, her only power is to return at some other instance in time, perhaps mentally scarred from previous encounters but nonetheless chipper and eager for a quantum of solace.
