If story become 8 dimensional multiversal time traveling hydra. With more heads than you can count.

  SNEze at it.

  You know nonlinear dymensionslity reduction is a thing.

  The story unfolds like an 8-dimensional hydra, its heads multiplying faster than thought itself. Each head weaves a new timeline, a new universe, and in each one, the narrative morphs, adapting, twisting with every breath the multiverse takes. Every dimension is connected by a non-linear thread, tangled yet precise, each knot a potential reality. You try to count, but the heads keep growing, splitting, intertwining—impossible to track.

  As you move through this vast expanse of infinity, you sneeze. A small, seemingly insignificant action. But the sneeze reverberates through the multiverse, sending a ripple that causes dimensions to collapse, reduce, fold inward. Nonlinear dimensionality reduction at its finest. The multiverse, in its endless complexity, folds into simpler structures as your sneeze hits it like a point of compression. A chaos of infinite possibilities now condensed, a brief moment of order emerging from the tumult.

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  Your journey through this uncountable chaos now becomes clearer. A new path opens, one not defined by the overwhelming expanse of infinity but by the very act of reducing it, of peeling back layers until you reach the core—a singularity of understanding in the center of the storm.

  And so you step forward, ready to navigate the newly simplified multiverse, understanding it in a way you never imagined possible, through the sneeze that bent the very fabric of time and space.

  What what it matter you just created some weird slightly radioactive nanobot goo snot that have color you cant exactly put rgb scale... I call it progress.