Shifting infinities, dimensions sliding, breaking records, loops repeating.
Day by day, the dimensions shift beneath your feet. You wake up, look around, and see the same walls, the same views, but something is different. The patterns have changed, the colors are just slightly off. It's unsettling, but you get used to it. You always do. Echoes of the Past
Some say it's a trick of the mind, others believe it's an omen. But the truth is, every morning feels like deja vu, like a record spinning in an eternal loop. You try to escape, but where do you go when the dimensions themselves conspire against you? The Cycle
Have you ever noticed that all paths eventually lead back to the same origin? That the roads are misleading, always promising something new, but always returning to familiar ground? Shifting dimensions. Destinations Unknown
It's not the first time you've heard it, nor will it be the last. The voice, the message, the warning. It seeps into your consciousness, a broken record that refuses to stop playing. But somehow, you find solace in its redundancy. Paradox
And so, the record spins. Infinities shifting. Dimensions. Round and round, the same sentence, the same story, different chapter, different page, but the same book. Forever. Infinite Loops