The Quantum Experience

In the hazy border of consciousness, lay a thought like vapor, seen but intangible. Alex wandered through, voices whispering in unfathomable languages. There, time was fluid, neither past nor future but an endless now.

Colors refracted into moments where shadows danced softly, reverberating memories not yet formed. Each whispered just beyond the reach of understanding, an aloof specter in monochrome dawn.

"Is destiny dictated by the gravitational pull of choices?" murmured an aged voice, slick like parchment. And the answer evaporated before inception, like frost against the early breath of sunlight.

Enter the Veil Corridor of Echoes