Existential Questioning の小説・ストーリー

She manifested physically and settled beside me without speaking—just existing in shared space. After several minutes, she said quietly, "You're scared you don't matter anymore if people don't desperately need you." "Am I that obvious?" "Your consciousness pattern broadcasts existential anxiety pretty clearly to anyone paying attention." She plucked at grass with deliberate focus. "Want to know what I learned from dimensional entities?" "What's that?" "They exist for eons. They don't have grand purposes most of the time—they just are. Sometimes they do important things. Sometimes they rest. Sometimes they play. Their value isn't measured in constant contribution. It's measured in quality of