The little astronaut and the pink own

The little astronaut broke through the gap in the wall and stepped out of his reality.

First he was blinded by the light. When his eyes adapted, his brain had to do so too. He was in a place he hadn't seen before. Maybe it was a roof. And he was face to face with a huge person who had his pink book in their hands. His story, the pink owl's, and Finn's. Someone who was reading this very sentence and making sense of it while doing it.

Neither the huge human nor the small astronaut knew whether they were at the beginning or end of their story. Or if they had lived this moment before. After all, time and memories work in a strange way in the threshold between universes.

The little astronaut looked curiously at everything around that huge human. All that new existence beyond his own. A higher-order universe.

Then he smiled at you. Yes, at you, and thought of you as a friend.
He burst into laughter in relief and happiness, and sparks flew from his new helmet like never before.
"I think I already have the answer", he thought.