This project aims to show the randomness that comes with choices through generation. Scroll down and you can see more poems about the theme.
One
In the invisible roots, The river of time silently flows, The fabric of space weaves a veil of illusions.
Fragments of light flicker in the night, Silent whispers like the breeze passing by, Hidden truths in the darkness, Slip through the fingers like a secret.
Two
Dreams lingering among the leaves, Reflect the unknown boundaries, In the fissures of reality, Multiple perspectives refract.
Countless possible intersections, Like stars twinkling in the eyes, Each pulse, A new interpretation.
Three
In the hidden corners, The dance of existence and nothingness, Entwines into an endless melody, The ghost of time lingers here.
Intertwined shadows cast in the heart, The boundary between reality and dream, Like threads in the wind, Touched lightly, and they vanish.
Four
In that unknown dimension, The labyrinth of thought extends infinitely, Each moment, Holds infinite possibilities.
Dreams interwoven with reality, In silent pulses, Reveal hidden truths, Leading one astray in this endless play of light and shadow.
Five
At the unseen edges, Ripples of thought spread, Each leap, A new reshaping.
Invisible forces converge in the heart, Weaving an endless net, In this silent symphony, Capturing unseen moments.
Six
In the whispers of the cosmos, Infinite paths diverge and merge, Each possibility a seed, Blooming in the garden of the unknown.
Glimmers of potential, Dance in the twilight of thought, The universe, a canvas, Painted with the colors of what might be.
Seven
Within the quantum fog, Choices flicker like fireflies, Each decision a doorway, Leading to myriad worlds unseen.
Waves of potential crest and fall, Collapsing into moments of reality, Yet always beneath the surface, Lies the vast ocean of the possible.
Eight
In the labyrinth of dreams, Threads of fate intertwine, Weaving tapestries of chance, Where every path leads to a new horizon.
Echoes of futures yet to come, Resonate in the silent void, The song of what could be, Lingers in the corridors of time.
Nine
Amidst the shadows of existence, The flicker of possibility, Whispers tales of uncharted realms, Where every moment births a new beginning.
In the mirror of the mind, Reflections of alternate lives, Glimpse the dance of destiny, A symphony of endless variations.
Ten
Beneath the veil of the present, Lies the realm of what may come, A boundless expanse of potential, Awaiting the touch of choice.
In the stillness of contemplation, The echoes of countless outcomes, Reverberate through the soul, Each one a star in the constellation of perhaps.
Eleven
On the edge of perception, The quantum dance unfolds, Particles of possibility, Entangled in the web of chance.
Every thought a ripple, In the sea of what could be, Each action a pebble, Disturbing the surface of the future.
Twelve
In the interstices of reality, Where the known meets the unknown, Lies the realm of potential, A mosaic of infinite fragments.
Possibilities cascade, Like waterfalls in the mind, Every droplet a universe, Every choice a stream of becoming.
This uncertainty, like the principle of immeasurability in quantum mechanics, makes it impossible to fully predict future changes. Each choice is like opening up a new branch with countless possibilities.
…Therefore, every choice, every decision, may change our future, or even change the direction of the whole world. Of course because we cannot predict the future, every choice is full of surprises of discovery.
Thirteen
In the silent pulse of creation, Nebulas of chance swirl and form, Invisible hands sculpting fate, Each motion a whisper of possibility.
Veiled in cosmic shadows, The seeds of tomorrow take root, Their branches reaching towards, Unseen horizons of potential.
Fourteen
Beneath the mirrored surface, Of the mind’s deep well, Lies a labyrinth of reflections, Endless corridors of might-have-beens.
The pendulum swings in darkness, Tracing arcs of unknown paths, Each tick a heartbeat, In the chronicle of the infinite.
Fifteen
Within the chrysalis of time, Dormant futures coil and stretch, Emerging into existence, As ephemeral butterflies of chance.
In the garden of the void, Petals of possibility bloom, Their fragrance an echo, Of dreams not yet dreamt.
Sixteen
Through the prism of the soul, Light fractures into spectrums, Each hue a shadow of potential, A silent symphony of unmade choices.
Waves of time undulate, Carrying whispers of the unseen, Their crests and troughs, Marking the rhythms of destiny.
Seventeen
In the twilight of thought, Where shadows blend with light, Whispers of potential drift, Like autumn leaves on the wind.
In the mosaic of the cosmos, Each fragment a mystery, Piecing together worlds, Hidden within the seams of reality.
Eighteen
At the edge of the known, In the twilight of the mind, Glimpses of the possible, Dance like specters in the dusk.
The fabric of the void, Woven with threads of maybe, Holds secrets of the uncharted, In the folds of its silent embrace.
Nineteen
In the heart of the storm, Chaos and order entwine, Birthing realms of possibility, In the eye of the unseen.
Patterns emerge and dissolve, In the tapestry of existence, Each stitch a moment, Each thread a tale untold.
Twenty
In the depths of the abyss, Potential slumbers in shadows, Awakening with the dawn of thought, To dance on the edge of creation.
Silent ripples spread, Through the ether of the unknown, Waves of what could be, Crashing against the shores of now.
Twenty-One
In the silence between breaths, Potential unfurls like a dream, Ethereal and elusive, It whispers of realms unseen.
Threads of light weave through darkness, Creating tapestries of might, Each intersection a choice, Each pattern a dance of becoming.
Twenty-Two
Beneath the canopy of stars, Possibilities shimmer and fade, Like echoes in a cavern, Resonating with unseen frequencies.
In the shadow of the eternal, Seeds of chance lie dormant, Awaiting the touch of thought, To burst forth into new realities.
Twenty-Three
On the horizon of the mind, Contours of potential shift, Mountains of what-ifs and valleys of might-have-beens, Carved by the winds of possibility.
In the twilight of perception, Mirages of chance waver, Each illusion a doorway, To the labyrinth of the unrealized.
Twenty-Four
Within the echo chamber of existence, Every sound a ripple in the fabric, Each reverberation a hint, Of futures yet to be shaped.
The dance of shadows on the wall, A silent play of light and dark, Reveals the delicate balance, Between the known and the possible.
Twenty-Five
Amidst the void of the unknown, Potential weaves its delicate web, Each strand a whisper of might-be, A tapestry of silent promises.
In the nexus of thoughts unformed, Dreams coalesce and dissolve, Their ephemeral nature, A testament to the fluidity of reality.
Twenty-Six
At the frontier of consciousness, Waves of possibility crest and break, Their froth a cascade of could-bes, Flowing into the sea of existence.
Beneath the surface of awareness, Currents of chance surge, Their hidden force shaping, The contours of the yet-to-be.
Twenty-Seven
In the stillness of the void, Potential's heartbeat echoes, A rhythm of unseen forces, Guiding the flow of destiny.
The landscape of the unreal, Shifts with each breath of thought, Contours of the might-be, Forming and dissolving in the ether.
Twenty-Eight
Through the veil of perception, Glimpses of potential emerge, Like stars through a fog, Their light a beacon of possibility.
In the labyrinth of the mind, Paths of chance twist and turn, Each step a venture, Into the wilderness of the unknown.
Twenty-Nine
At the intersection of thoughts, Where the tangible meets the ethereal, Lies the realm of potential, A landscape of endless horizons.
Whispers of what-could-be, Float on the breeze of contemplation, Their melody a song, Of dreams awaiting dawn.
Thirty
In the echo of the void, Resides the symphony of might, Each note a possibility, Each silence a space for creation.
The dance of light and shadow, A ballet of existence and chance, Unfolds on the stage of the unknown, A performance of infinite grace.
On this site, the "trees" that appear on the screen are changing as a result of the choices you make ...... However, these changes will not be the same as the results you predicted ......
Of course, they are not really trees, but some concept in the form of a tree. Maybe it's the cat in Schrödinger's box, or maybe it's the enigma-filled future of all people ...... In short, it can be used to describe everything that is full of uncertainty.
These "trees" are not just individual options, but intertwined and interacting in multiple dimensions. No matter how small a decision is, it may cause a huge ripple effect.