In Universe 1, a humanoid figure exists, with an empty dissatisfaction circle on her chest with a wire passing through it. She inhabits a vast, desolate plane, accompanied only by a road and an infinitely long line on the opposite side. Her own line, disconnected from the opposite side line, is held by a floating balloon, confining her movements within its limits. Her interactions are limited to superficial connections with another isolated figure in Universe -1.

The larger context of these universes is equally desolate. Universe 1 and -1 are the only inhabited zones within the host multiverse and allverse, which encompasses all multiverses. This makes the two figures the sole population of the Allverse. There is no one else nearby.

As for hope, there is none. The universes in this vast multiverse are infinitely old and infinitely large, with no scope for change or evolution. Beyond the props and figures that exist in these empty landscapes, there is no other matter or antimatter present. The figures are forever bound to their lonely lives within these barren settings, without any possibility of encountering new life or experiencing a different reality.

Each universe is shaped as a parallelogram. Multiverses, which aggregate these individual universes, form rectangles. Ultimately, the allverse is an infinitely large cuboid, encapsulating the precise and geometric ordering of its constituent multiverses and universes.

Communication between the two figures, though limited, occurs through a black hole that serves as a conduit for information. Unlike an Einstein-Rosen bridge (wormhole), which would provide a direct, physical link between points, this black hole acts solely as a pathway for transmitting data without bridging the physical gap between the two isolated realms. This setup allows for a weak connection between the figures.

This is what it feels like to be lonely forever. This is chronic loneliness, isolation that can never be soothed. It is an endless expanse of time filled with nothing but one's own existence and the faint whispers of connection with another equally lost spirit. There is no escape from the desolation, because loneliness is not just a feeling, but a fundamental state of being, unchanging and eternal.