Glimting Vials

Dear Interloper,
Your intentions shimmer as you peer, through the seedling light, into these veils of solitude. These vessels hold whispers from realities indentured to time's elastic embrace, woven truths separating fibers of philosophy like dew.

Time weaves itself in loops and curls, pressing against the heart of realms undiscovered. I ask: if your steps decide the latticeway of fate, how then do you walk?

Encounters with these vials brim with cosmic infinity encapsulated into an orb, awaiting the alchemist's question. Each encounter any thread of existence might yield, a constellation gazes back, forming anew in the void.

Further contemplation found among bubbles of light.