“Did you hear about the tremors?” whispered the universe, cradling a steaming cup of forgotten possibilities.
“Never mind the ground,” replied time, “Have you seen the stars wobble?” Last Tuesday’s meteor shower was anything but ordinary, pulsating with an energy unheard since eons.
Voices scattered like starlight across the void, each fragment carrying tales of edge-dancing aeons. Here, at the cusp, caffeine was a bridge between what was and what could never be, tangled in neon shadows.
Stay a while. Watch the ripples, sip the infinity. Join the dance or gaze at the art—the decision's mere illusion.