In ancient times, they whispered of a moment, fleeting as a shadow, tangible as a daydream—a fragment of time lined with forgotten whispers.
The quantum wanderer paused in the in-between, where the sands of time shifted under ephemeral thoughts. Each grain held multitudes of forgotten realities, coiled tight in the embrace of uncertainty.
An explorer of the cerebral landscape, I reach into the intense silence—a void, only to be filled by a resonance of unspoken enigmas.
Reflections dance between decision and indecision, a choreography of consequence unseen, yet hauntingly present. The whispers beckon, calling for journeys not yet taken—paths winding into unknown dimensions.
Touch the canvas to alter your quantum state.
Grasp at the void or let it pass through your fingers: Crossroad Echoes | Waves of Folds