In a time not long ahead, Alex stands by the river, its current reflecting alternative worlds. The whisper of fate tugs at the edges of consciousness; decisions loom like shadows at twilight. You feel it too, don't you? The invisible strings.
Across the city, under a fluorescent flicker, Mya pens a letter never sent. Words become whispers in the wind, shaping destinies entwined with her dreams. You see, every choice creates ripples—echoes that stretch across the ages.
Their threads intertwine, weaving a tapestry you can touch but never fully see. Open your eyes to the future—where do these currents lead you? Follow the whispers to unlock paths unseen.