Have you ever pondered over the whispers that traverse the multidimensional corridors? Each echo a fragment of what could have been, or what might still be. In a realm where every choice reverberates across countless realities, do you feel the weight of your decisions?
As I pen this, I watch shadows that are not my own dance upon the walls, silhouettes of alternate selves, perhaps. They reach out, yet remain just out of grasp, their intentions lost within the folds of time and space.
Send an Echo Enter Another Realm