Dimensional Shifts
**Title: Echoes from the Shattered Continuum**
*In the beginning, there was a hum. A low-frequency throb, pulsating through the fabric of reality like a heartbeat, too deep to hear but felt everywhere. This was the dark matter memory, whispering tales of forgotten futures.*
The records are contradictory, fragments caught in a temporal eddy, but one thing is clear: dimensional shifts have been happening for eons. The Federation of Chronos, that archaic institution dedicated to time's conservation, has been turning a blind eye, or worse, actively suppressing reports. *Incompetents!*
Consider the Sprinters of ancient Greece, athletes who could outrun time itself, or so the myths claim. Were they not mere mortals tapping into the shimmering edge of dimensionality? And what of the mysterious Pike sightings in medieval Europe? Not fish nor bird, but a creature from another dimension entirely, its very existence challenging our understanding of space and form.
*Background noise spikes,* my inner decimal warns, as I struggle to maintain focus on the scattered remnants of evidence. The lack of cohesive narrative is maddening. It's like trying to assemble a puzzle while the pieces are still being created, each one unique, none fitting neatly into place.
Suddenly, the forgotten futures clamor for attention. Visions of cities that never were, technologies yet unrealized, wars fought and won in dimensions unseen. A cacophony of possible pasts, each vying for dominance, threatening to overwrite reality itself.
The hum grows louder, insistent. *Shift happening,* my inner sprinter screams, urging me to run, to escape the collapsing continuum. But where? When?
Interlude: Dimensional Sonnet
In realms unseen, futures forgotten stir,
Dimensions clash in a dance macabre.
Time's federal guard stands silent, inert,
As pike and sprinter challenge space's nature.
Forgotten tomorrows echo through voids,
Cities unbuilt whisper tales of what might be.
Shattered continuum mirrors, voids employ
To reflect upon reality's decree.
Quota of existence shifts on the scales,
Dark matter memories stir from their slumber.
Cosmogenesis stirs in dimensional trials,
A hum grows louder, a warning drumbeater.
*Shift happening,* echoes through dimensions' expanse,
I stand amidst echoes of dimensional dance.
*In the beginning, there was a hum. A low-frequency throb, pulsating through the fabric of reality like a heartbeat, too deep to hear but felt everywhere. This was the dark matter memory, whispering tales of forgotten futures.*
The records are contradictory, fragments caught in a temporal eddy, but one thing is clear: dimensional shifts have been happening for eons. The Federation of Chronos, that archaic institution dedicated to time's conservation, has been turning a blind eye, or worse, actively suppressing reports. *Incompetents!*
Consider the Sprinters of ancient Greece, athletes who could outrun time itself, or so the myths claim. Were they not mere mortals tapping into the shimmering edge of dimensionality? And what of the mysterious Pike sightings in medieval Europe? Not fish nor bird, but a creature from another dimension entirely, its very existence challenging our understanding of space and form.
*Background noise spikes,* my inner decimal warns, as I struggle to maintain focus on the scattered remnants of evidence. The lack of cohesive narrative is maddening. It's like trying to assemble a puzzle while the pieces are still being created, each one unique, none fitting neatly into place.
Suddenly, the forgotten futures clamor for attention. Visions of cities that never were, technologies yet unrealized, wars fought and won in dimensions unseen. A cacophony of possible pasts, each vying for dominance, threatening to overwrite reality itself.
The hum grows louder, insistent. *Shift happening,* my inner sprinter screams, urging me to run, to escape the collapsing continuum. But where? When?
Interlude: Dimensional Sonnet
In realms unseen, futures forgotten stir,
Dimensions clash in a dance macabre.
Time's federal guard stands silent, inert,
As pike and sprinter challenge space's nature.
Forgotten tomorrows echo through voids,
Cities unbuilt whisper tales of what might be.
Shattered continuum mirrors, voids employ
To reflect upon reality's decree.
Quota of existence shifts on the scales,
Dark matter memories stir from their slumber.
Cosmogenesis stirs in dimensional trials,
A hum grows louder, a warning drumbeater.
*Shift happening,* echoes through dimensions' expanse,
I stand amidst echoes of dimensional dance.
Published February 23, 2022