The clock ticked slower than usual, or maybe it was my perception warping time. I started at the numbers on the board in class: 1, 2, 3...., basic arithmetic, nothing extraordinary. But something tugged at my thoughts, forcing me to see beyond the trivial digits.
Numbers, I thought, are not just symbols. They are universal constants, entities of pure abstraction shaping the fabric of everything. Infinite yet finite. Conceptuality eternal, yet practically bound by human understanding.
What if numbers weren't just abstract? What if they were dimensions themselves?
"Hey!" The voice of my classmate startle me out of my spiral. "You look like you're spacing out again."
I nodded, muttering an excuse. Little did they know my mind wasn't just spacing out — it was dissecting the multiversal architecture of reality itself.
I scribbed something on my notebook. A simple equation:
1 + ∞ = ?
The answer seemed trivial. But as I wrote it, something happened. My consciousness expanded.
The room dissolved, & I saw it- a vast fractual of universes, their Branching paths shimmering with possibilities. Each split birthed a cascade of timelines, woven together by something ineffable.
My pen slipped from my fingers.
"What the hell is this?"
The teacher called my name, not I couldn't respond. I was frozen, trapped in the realisation that my thoughts weren't just mine anymore — they were doors. Each one opened a new dimension, where casuality & perception warped beyond recognition. Was this quantam decoherence? Or was I stepping into something deeper ?