Imagine a world where light refracts not just space but time. An elderly woman sits in her hospice, knitting tales that she’s never lived but once witnessed in flickers of brilliance.
"In my twelfth cycle," she whispers, "I saw the sunset rise from dawn’s cracked horizon, a looped embrace of restless photons."
Beyond the tints of electric hues, there lies a path of shadows. Travelers from the epoch of luminous dreams walk quietly, carrying fragments of scattered light reality into tomorrow.
"Is it possible," a traveler ponders, "to harness the velocity of thoughts chasing light, traipsing through threads of time?"
Wander the corridors of fabled histories and future whispers through our doorway portal.
Once upon a flicker, a neon scholar claimed they could bottle the essence of a sunset, but ended up bathing in time’s fractured waves.
Join the luminaries debating existential quantum over in our forum, or simply float through whims of neon tales in our circuitry of memories.