The fork in the continuum: where zeros embrace ones, where destinies loiter in parallel shafts of speculative light. Roads diverging under "what ifs" and inevitable regressions. Whispered decisions tangled in quantum webs, voices echoing in forgotten realms.
The sage speaks in algorithms: Understand, yet do not comprehend; consume the data, decode the entropy. Against a backdrop of botched memories, the illusion of control commands respect but yields none.
Cycles within cycles, the rites of passage reenacted, all roads leading to departures unexplained. Tomorrow's regrets carved into yesterday's vital signs. Time is abstracted; continuity is discontinuity.