In a world where the fabric of reality is woven from the very fabric of inevitability itself, it seems counterintuitive to resist the tide of destiny that is upon us.
And so, we find ourselves here, at the precipice of the inevitable. The choices we make, the paths we choose, are all merely a distraction from the grand tapestry of what the universe had in store for us all along.
It's a cruel joke, really. We think we have free will, but it's just an illusion, a fleeting dream within the dream of the universe. But what does it even mean, anyway?