DESCRIPTION
You project your mind into the future to get away from the present. The present wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't shaped by the past. You're always somewhere else, somewhen else. Project your mind beyond. Make predictions. Plan it out. Possibilities all ripe for the picking. You're a quantum computer. You see the tree of choices bloom and fractally fold in on itself to make space for the new branches. The hyperspace washes over you, takes you someplace that's not even a place, really, but it's somewhere else, because it's not here. It's blissful. Serenity. A burial in time. You've been here before, too.