The dance begins at the edges of known existence,
Particles whisper secrets over vast silent dimensions,
Binding illusions shared in the void between,
Behaviors mirrored in some obscure future.
Do they see? Do they hear?
Lost in the tapestry where decisions knot threads not taken.
The hidden paths diverge, yet converge into single becoming,
Your glance in one world refracts to the incidental tear in another,
Integer to infinity, a pulse felt through lace and networked embrace.