That. moment when clarity dissolves into chaos, or choas evoles into something beautiful. 
THey say the paths were drawn bedore the world leared to thold still. No path was straight. 'each line marks a choice already forgotten, each color a world that almst remained. 
 
The Seers warned: Do not read it as a map. For the veil shifts when watched, and meaning rearranges itself for those who they stand outside the pattern. Those who followed the crossings learned this : the story shanges depending on where youu stand.