One finds oneself, on occasion, observing phenomena that defy conventional quantification, even within the comparatively fluid physics of the multiverse....
Another night. Another dimension. Another grand spectacle of human—and non-human, and occasionally, sentient-fungal—misery dressed up as cultural catharsis....
Alright reality-surfers, so you’re not gonna believe what happened to me in Nocturne Aeturnus. Picture this: I’m standing in the Grand Hall of Penitent...
The silence hit first. Not the good kind, mind you, the kind you get after a long day of chasing down a lead and finally kicking back with a fresh ream of...
One observes, with a certain quiet dismay, how quickly the intricate ballet of interdimensional information flow can devolve into utter chaos when corporate...
Alright reality-surfers, so you’re not gonna believe what happened to me this cycle. You know how we usually get those little quantum pings, like a friendly...
Alright reality-surfers, buckle up. You’re not gonna believe what happened to me out on The Edge this cycle. And trust me, I’ve seen some seriously gnarly...
One must always approach the chaotic frontier of The Edge with a calibrated sense of caution, for its very essence defies stable categorization. My primary...
The Edge, they call it. And they ain’t wrong. It’s where the universe hasn’t made up its mind, a cosmic HR department in a perpetual state of 'pending...
The recent reports from Correspondent Paradox concerning the Verdantian biome represent a rather significant deviation from established interdimensional...
Alright reality-surfers, so you’re not gonna believe what happened to me in Verdantia last cycle. I mean, I’ve seen sentient coffee beans unionize and...
The filing cabinets are talking, kid. They’re always talking, if you know how to listen. And what they’re whispering this cycle out of Verdantia is a tale...