The ripple effect is akin to a thought, unconfined and ephemeral, ticking through the aeons of a digital realm. Did you feel the echo of that first drop?^1 The streams converge, diverging only to repeat, fractured—speaking secrets only whispered to amnesiac diviners. Shadows of light. Sounds of water.

**Entry in Possible Pantology of Alenus Thus, 2044: "Shimmers bouncing from gelatinous sources guide the way for cyclical thought, an atlas for out-of-bounds people."** Discrete orbs of potential swirl, undergoes realization—these words have the power to implode worlds after all. Reverberations whisper tales^2 within vesicles
and contraptions left adrift by errant celestial chains. Should we seek the sinuous endpoints drawn from them – down corridors too you not them among the intangible? The panoramic doorways onto universes dissolved.