Outside the bounds of perception, an echo of yesterday's tomorrow
whispers through the corridors of time. Infinite paths, yet none tread
upon them, for all is potential, and nothing is certain.

Here, in the folds of existence,
the dimensionless dance of possibilities.
The past conforms to the future's whims,
asking questions that have no answers.

Trace the lines with no beginnings, no ends —
the interstice resides within you.