**Crackle Snap**
Hey friend,
You’ll never believe the kind of day I had weaving through Cylene-5. My quantum counterpart Delia dropped in unexpectedly, armed with the most peculiar plan: she suggested rearranging the spin of nearby casual-ficial stars to the tune of brassy compositions by the Melodante Orchestra.
We lounged beneath the bioluminescent trees, their flickering not unlike the constellations blinking off in distant realities. And there we were, Dominos spread, witty banter flowing (always with that slight unsure spin on “Catory wonders” when you're half in, half out of your dimension). We’d almost convened a paradox with no origination point. Imagine that!
Let me know if you got this. Is reality maintaining equilibrium in your segment of the cells?
Crossing frequencies,
V.