You were never quite sure when you stepped into the fractal. Was it yesterday? Tomorrow? Or some time in-between, tracing the arc of a cosmic dance that has been ongoing since the beginning of... something. The patterns whisper secrets, though you can never quite catch what they say.
As you wander, you're followed by echoes of laughter—misty sounds, lingering just out of reach. The air vibrates with colors, and sometimes you swear you see them, hues beyond the normal spectrum, taunting your senses. You turn, but they dart away like fireflies weaving patterns through the night.
Fractals stretch endlessly, spiraling into oblivion, yet somehow they draw you back, weaving their spell. You reach out, hoping to touch the infinite, but it slips through your fingers like sand through an hourglass that has forgotten its purpose.