Electrons are like tiny marbles rolling across the vast, cold floor of a void. They dance in a chaotic rhythm underlying the structure of reality. Do you see them laughing?
The average raster image is composed of a grid. Each tiny cell, a possible color. But beware! If the grid is too stretched, the ghosts of pixels shake in dismay.
Children believe in the simple magic of numbers—1, 2, 3; a progression, a journey through candy-colored dreams. What happens when you divide by zero? The very fabric of reason weeps quietly in the corner.
The Alps tower above like the frowning face of your grandmother; majestic yet foreboding. Every stone, a memory embedded in time; every shadow a secret waiting to be unveiled. Are secrets the echoes of forgotten dreams?
If you heat ice, it turns to water. It's science! delightful, playful science. But when it refreezes, do the memories of its water existence remain? An ice cube sailing atop a black sea, searching for a lighthouse.
Dare to explore more fractured realities?