Liora stepped onto a plateau where every creature, leaf, and stone shimmered with potential. She realised that the landscape was not fixed; it was a system enacting its own theory, each element continually recutting what could be, biased toward some actualisations and away from others.
A dragonfly skimmed the surface of a pond, shifting the ripples. Each ripple nudged nearby plants, guiding their growth in subtle ways. The plateau was alive with distributed readiness: ability spread across scales, inclinations modulated outcomes, and each organism individuated its perspective on the collective potential.
Liora understood that life itself was a negotiated recutting of possibility, a theory enacted moment by moment.
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