In the Supertimeless realm where dreams orbit realities like unnoticed satellites, wanderers find themselves perpetually at a crossroads. Each path diverges, weaving through ethereal realms where echoes of "what could have been" crystallize into vibrant spectrums of color.
Here, the horizon creeps in on itself, forcing travelers to confront parallel selves caught within the tangled skein of time. Their choices splinter into unfathomable dimensions, resonating through the strings of an unintended cosmos. Why breathe this air when you're already somewhere else, another 'you' pondering the same infinitesimal matrix?
Maze of Reflections Fractals Within Fractions Corridors of Convergence