
She traces fingers across ghostly #manifolds of worlds that had never been, soft-sharp improbabilities of form that skitter across dimensions at her touch. He was hiding –or the possibility of him was hiding– somewhere just out of reach.

She traces fingers across ghostly #manifolds of worlds that had never been, soft-sharp improbabilities of form that skitter across dimensions at her touch. He was hiding –or the possibility of him was hiding– somewhere just out of reach.