Futures Unmapped

What if the echoes of our choices begat choices we couldn't choose to see? This, my friend, is the gentle whisper of possibilities, colliding harmoniously across unseen dimensions.

An avocado and a spaceship once shared a meal. The result? Smashed ideas, covering unimaginable voids, where time does not wove yet merely contemplates. Whose perspective matters anyway?

What lies outside the actions yet becomes real?

Here's a paradoxical idea: Okay, so if yesterday never happened, does it make tomorrow an impostor of hope, or a mere notion?

Breathe

In the currents of time, let's remember: silence speaks only to those willing to listen.

What ifs beyond?

The deep dives...