Until she cracked…

She did warn that theories may get difficult all the time. They always told her so, later. Optimistic theories have a fallout; they don’t tend to see it coming, the beginning nor the end. It’s an intricate mesh. She’s never tried to break it. What really does it is the light.
She fights it all the time. She doesn’t unlearn. It’s a clean slate.
Never did she grow up. Her world remained someplace else. She visits his real world too, sometimes as an offhand excursion of the mind. It’s fuzzy and vague, to her.
Someday when it is understood what she didn’t say when she said so much, virtuality will cease to exist. She never cracked and fell between this world and eternity. She never learnt to climb out of it. She was always right there. In her world.