The Multiverse Café

In a universe stitched with shadowed threads of parallel dreams, coffee bubbles transcend time. Each sip reveals hues unseen, savored only in the company of a thousand selves...

The barista, a mere reflection of choice, greets you with an absurd riddle masked in froth:

"If neither soul nor spoonstir be the master of fate, who fries the cosmic fish?"

Perhaps the answer lies in another brew with a twist too. Or maybe within the silent waltz of endless pages...