Every journey begins at a single point, a moment where all possibilities are still collapsed into one. Then comes the divergence: the instant when a single path forks into two, and each of those forks into two more, cascading outward like light splitting through a prism.
In the chrome void of this space, parallel realities unfold along precise diagonal axes. Each bubble contains a world complete unto itself, yet connected to every other world by the invisible threads of shared origin.
The universe is not a line. It is a tree of infinite branching, each branch as real as the trunk from which it grew.