Everyone who comes into the team has a different way to comprehend the multiverse, when it spreads out infinitely all around them. The woman with the star covered skirt sees it as a never-ending series of paintings hanging on gallery walls. The man with the robotic arm sees globes of light, forever moving around each other. The tentacled psychic sees it as an ocean with islands every few feet.
All metaphors, all ways to stop their brains from melting as they look upon all possible creation, a trick to save themselves from reality.
Everyone has one.
Except the new girl…