In the endless blue, thoughts drift like jellies, floating freely, entangled in the very fabric of time.
Observe closely, the whispers echo through the depths—each bubble a message, each ripple a story. Are we not the fish, swimming in our own glass worlds, bound by the currents of dreams?
What lies beneath the coral thoughts, the hidden treasures of ideas, waiting to be discovered? Dive deeper:
Quantum whispers tell tales of alternate realities, where each choice diverges like the tendrils of an ethereal sea anemone.