Time's an interesting jelly, isn't it? Spread it thin, and suddenly it’s toast. My old friend, Chronos, never gets lost in his own spread, but I often do. Here’s a snippet from the Paradox Cafe in 2145.
"You ever try moon rings with a dash of Martian dust?" asked the barista, flipping a holographic page with a grin. I sipped carefully, knowing full well that one misstep in flavor could have me slipping sideways into 2089 again.
We wrapped up our conversation, tethered to our own anchored realities, yet wading through the tangy mixes of timelines overlapping like the ripples of a stone-skipped pond.
Just outside the Chrono-Dome, where whispers of yesterday merge with tomorrow's breath, you'll find the old sundial. Its shadow has a habit of slipping backward when no one's watching.
"Doesn't it mess with your head?" I asked a passerby clad in Retro-futurist threads. He chuckled, "Nah, mate, just makes you see the layers. Like an onion, but one that doesn’t make you cry. Or maybe it does, depending on the dimension!"
If you want to read about some peculiarities of light itself, check out Quantum Whispers. Alternatively, want to know more about our entwined realities? You might find Double Realities intriguing.