Every decision fractures reality. With each thought, each heartbeat of intent, the universe splits—one version of you turns left, another hesitates, another never looks back.
Infinite versions of yourself scatter through the cosmic web, living out the echoes of choices you can barely remember making. The mind becomes a gateway, by the gravity of possibility. In this endless labyrinth of “what if,” existence isn’t a straight line—it’s a quantum storm of decisions, and every version of you is still out there, wandering.