Rabbitholes of Reminiscent Tomorrows

Can a choice ever be a right one?

Or will it open a door to a different dimension entirely?

I enjoy jotting down the occasional (and increasingly frequent) random strands of thoughts.

As such, I've decided to pen down said strands into a branching fictional narrative that spans numerous scenarios from dubious daydreams, to not-so-intrepid interstellar forays, to even different planes of existence, just to name a few.

If I had to describe it, what I write are the accounts of numerous strolls down convoluted corridors sprawling through the endless mental expanse of what I believe is my mind; or it might just be a different dimensional entity pulling the strings from behind the scenes, silently dictating each and every move of mine without my knowledge.

Who knows, who knows indeed.