Every choice creates a branch, a shadowy echo left behind in the wake of now. In this alternate universe we traverse, each decision resonates with a soft reminder of potential, flickering in a parallel dimension.
"Do you remember the echoes of what we could have been?" she asked, staring into the distance where the shadows played tricks on her mind.
Reflections cast in impossible lights reveal truths we've locked away. If time were flexible, would we bend our paths to meet those echoes?
"In another life, perhaps," he whispered, tracing patterns in the air as though weaving a fabric of quantum possibilities.
These notions—real as any dream and structured by the same chaos that governs the stars—invite us to reconsider our own shadowy corners. What do we see when we look beyond our immediate reflections?