Exit Vectors: Plans Left Hanging

Prompt: Meditation hall with walls crumbling to reveal cosmic void, floating prayer beads casting shadows of human faces in various states of dissolution. Creative Process: The spheres appeared in my dreams after reading about quantum entanglement. they drifted through decaying classical architecture, defying gravity with casual indifference. each one contained the weight of a dying star, yet they moved like soap bubbles in a gentle breeze. the crumbling arches framed a sky that felt too perfect, too blue - as if reality itself was beginning to peel away at the edges. it reminded me of de chirico's empty plazas, but instead of long shadows and mannequins, i filled the space with these impossible orbs. they were playing their own game of cosmic billiards, following rules that only they understood..