In the whispers of distant corridors and dormant tomorrows, flows the murmuring stream of untaken paths. Each choice unmade, a fork in the river of existence, diverging paths that shimmer out of reach, encrypted by time's gentle touch.
The road stretches endlessly, the tracks slipping into worlds unexplored, taunting the psyche with the alternatives that danced just outside the periphery of decision. Here lies a map of invisible journeys, the trickle of alternate realities unfurling their secrets in silent echoes.
The artifacts of choice are inscribed in the ether, their meanings locked away in time's embrace. Each unchosen step reverberates through the lattice of potentiality, creating a symphony heard only by those whose understand the language of what could have been.
Time tape entropy burr, a wit of containment lest Destiny gobbled a whispered lineage. Signals trapped in the matrix, an echo resonating among fractal plains, decipher only in those rare phantasms of art-funk holler manifestations.