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Like velcro, we peel off layers to ever deeper hidden truths, each one clinging stubbornly until it gives way. Beneath those layers, there is something more-an absence filled with potential, an endless cascade of openings to what could be but is not yet. It began with faint, glowing outlines in the air, almost imperceptible unless you tilted your head just right. They hovered, unassuming, like the afterimages left when you close your eyes too tightly. But these didn’t fade. They grew sharper, edges humming with energy, their centers darker than darkness itself. Not black, but something that consumed the idea of color, of light, of reality. The first one opened in front of me as I reached out, an instinct I couldn’t suppress. Its frame glowed crimson, an undulating red halo that seemed to breathe. Inside, I saw... nothing. Not an emptiness, but the feeling of something vast and infinite, something that made my chest tighten with the sheer impossibility of its existence. I didn’t fall. Not at first. I stepped in deliberately, one foot crossing the threshold, the other still anchored to the world I knew. The moment I breached the edge, I felt it-a pull, gentle but unyielding, like the entire universe was whispering for me to let go. I didn’t fall completely into the portal, but I wasn’t entirely out of it either. Half of me was here, the other half... elsewhere. The sensation wasn’t pain, or even disorientation-it was splitness. As if my body, my consciousness, my very awareness had been sliced cleanly in two, and yet both halves were perfectly, inexplicably me. And then I saw the others. The portals weren’t singular. They cascaded like black holes spilling out of one another, endlessly folding into higher dimensions. One opened near my foot. Another pulsed into existence above my shoulder. They multiplied, weaving themselves into the fabric of reality, framing everything I thought I knew in their chaotic, spiraling forms. I reached for stability, but the ground beneath me dissolved into yet another portal, and I was falling again-falling through and into, through and into, my body and mind stretched across countless dimensions. Each portal was its own world, its own truth, and each truth was at once undeniable and utterly contradictory. In one, I saw myself walking calmly through a field of stars, my feet leaving glowing imprints in the void. In another, I was nothing but a smear of light, a burst of energy feeding the portals’ hunger. And then, the most bizarre realization: I was still standing, still moving in my original body, watching as countless other versions of myself cascaded through the portals. My awareness expanded, fractured, and folded back on itself. I was everywhere and nowhere, stretched infinitely thin but somehow whole. It felt normal. That was the strangest part-the absolute lack of panic, the absence of fear. My consciousness adapted as though this was how it had always been, as if it had been waiting to be stretched and multiplied, waiting to see itself from every conceivable angle and then some. The portals opened into dimensions I could barely comprehend. Some were orderly, filled with fractals of light and spirals of logic so perfect they made me weep. Others were chaos embodied, where nothing made sense but everything felt true-an unraveling of order that somehow revealed deeper layers of structure beneath. Each step, each fall, each pull through a portal brought new distortions, new truths. Time ceased to have meaning. Causality unraveled. My existence became a tapestry of simultaneous realities, each thread vibrant and alive, each thread unmistakably me. I wasn’t navigating the portals anymore; they were navigating me. I became the constant within the chaos, the observer and the observed, the question and the answer. And at the heart of it all, at the center of the infinite cascade, I felt it: a presence, vast and unknowable, watching me as I had once watched the portals. It wasn’t hostile, nor was it kind. It simply was. It whispered without words, and I understood: The chaos was the order. The distortion was the truth. The unraveling wasn’t the end-it was the beginning.