In the neon-glow, where time splinters like glass upon the obsidian path, a branch once whispered secrets.
The wind, now a echo of electric pulses, strokes the silence into the bark's gnarled embrace.
Quantum leaves—unseen, unheard—waltz in paths never crossed, forever entangled with their own shadows.
Beneath this cosmic canopy lays a tale of two paths:
One, walked by a dream with eyes open to the void;
The other, a nightmare sandboxed in realms of possibility,
where choices fold and unfold in silent symphonies.
Roots in the Void |
Quantum Reflections
Echoes of Luminescence