As the dough of time kneads under the hands of unseen bakers, each grain of possibility is measured, leavened, and lost to the ether.

We are but ingredients in a cosmic recipe, mixed and tempered at the hands of fate's fickle whim, rising in the heat of our choices.

What if every thought weaved in the mind's quiet before dawn could alter the course of the celestial bake-off? The oven door ajar, a glimpse of the unseen realm...