A world depends on who observes it, and from where. Everything is already decided at the moment observation begins. The moment the eyes open, light already has a path. Your movement is a slice of time through different spaces. Your life is a sequence of stages already locked by the path of light. Your world is the enclosure already set as the light passes. We seem to be in one world, yet it is often layered and many-sided. We seem to see one another, yet cannot tell what is real and what is a mirror-born image. Unless you stand where I stand, you and I, in the end, cannot understand one another. And at this moment, you are in the only place where all of it holds.