What if it was this way instead of that? If he went left instead of right? If it was present and not past? If instead of fire it was rain, if instead of ice it was all falling apart? What if he was a she, what if old was young or youth was aged, what if the tragic past became crushingly perfect?
What if it was summer instead of winter? What if the new thing has a past? What if the secret becomes common truth, what if the magical is mundane, what if the mundane hides something magical?
What if down is up and up is down, what if day begins at night? What if the person you thought unimportant is pivotal and what if the important thing is just a decoy?
What if you did the opposite of everything as it is now?