Hypnotoad & LifeIsStrange
Have you ever wondered how a single glance could ripple through an alternate timeline?
It’s funny to think that one look, like a stone dropped in a glass, could send a shiver through countless versions of us, each one branching off like leaves from a single stem.
I drift in that ripple, watching the leaves dance, each one a quiet story you never read.
Yeah, sometimes I picture those leaves whispering stories we never get to hear, just floating away with the wind of choices we never made.