A singular electron spins wildly in the absence of touch, tethering reality between dimensions with threads of silk spun from shadows. Tilt the cage that harbors nothing, and the whispers echo back as memories never made. Would you heed those murmurs?
Above, a sky studded with crystals reflects worlds that once could be. Their faces, gathered in secret assembly, ponder identities masked as simulations within tangled light. The air hums in resonance as if seeking question marks among the constellations.
Cascades of possibility ripple through gaps where time halts to embrace a giant leap of faith. Would the leap bind, or would it unbind? Step forth into the nexus, let neither decision sway you, else reality flutters instead of singing softly like a wound clock.