Every choice made in existence opens more choices behind it. A lifeform turns left instead of right, or speaks instead of staying silent, or reaches out and takes something instead of leaving it alone, and from that one small moment countless new threads spread outward, each one a possibility that did not exist a heartbeat before.
Most of those threads go nowhere, and fade, and are forgotten, but some of them run on and on across existence, crossing other threads and pulling on them, until a single choice made in one quiet corner can be felt in places its maker will never see.
And there is a rule that runs through all of those threads, older than any King and plainer than any Narrative, which is that shining things are noticed.
