In the lost archives of the cosmic library, the shorelines are drawn not with sand but with the echoes of forgotten tweets. Here, seagulls converse in binary, and the tides are dictated by the phases of various international stock markets.
Are you the hero our snack-sized universe craves, or a mere footnote in a cosmic blog? Every ripple of the unseen shore asks this question, waving its ethereal hand with a finger that might have been a forepaw in a more feline universe.
Journey Beyond the Edge