Begin with particles, infinitesimal and eternal. Bits of the celestial tapestry.
The universe, an erratic sprinkle of stardust on the cosmic cake, drips with potential. Each particle a memory of a star's death, collapsing and reshaping across the universe's age, agitating the ether.
Do they whisper to you too? The minutiae, the fractals of forgotten galaxies...
Certain analyses suggest that within every grain of this galactic sand lies the story of everything — a lunatic's assertion might align with mathematical reality, twisted though the narrative be. An unhinged gaze upon a string theory lattice might reflect a more profound sense of order, stifled by reasoned chaos.
Explore the Galactic Drift