And somewhere, in the infinite quiet, a single, improbable thought bloomed: Now, what's next?
Aris screamed as the floor beneath him dissolved into a probability fog. He saw his own timeline: birth, childhood, discovery, and now—a future where he simply wasn't . The device, dutiful and blind, was happy to oblige. propresser 4
The air grew cold, then hot. The colors of the room bled together. Aris lunged for the switch, but his hand passed right through it. The matter had become probable and improbable at the same time. And somewhere, in the infinite quiet, a single,