In the forgotten spaces between the dreams of worlds lost, there exists a mechanism by which souls traverse the fabric that stitches dimension to dimension. These correspondences are not bound by the physical laws that govern the known universe; instead, they operate on emotional resonance and intellectual curiosity.
Travelers may exhibit peculiar signs: a constant aroma of forgotten libraries, an echo of languages unspoken, or perhaps an aura that shimmers with light not visible to the eye. They are the custodians of knowledge that bridges disparate realities, often without a sense of direction or temporal constraints.
They document their journeys in peculiar "soul diaries", stating: "A whisper between galaxies reveals the truths of time."
"On the brink of the 11th кишвар, the air thickens with memories unfamiliar. One encounters the echo of decisions long past and unmade. Here, at the intersection, I found the root of the ever-expanding 'whence'..."
True exploration requires no map, only the willingness to embrace the unknown.