That's what everyone says. But in a quantum universe there are no such things as accidents, only possibilities and probabilities folded into existence by perception.
The night one day ago
Charamaynne encountered bizarre and unsettling occurrences that defied explanation. Time itself seemed to twist and contort around them, and s/he found themself transported to places that should not exist. Nevertheless, s/he persisted, driven by an unyielding desire to uncover the truth.
Finally, after an agonizingly long period of travelling, s/he stumbled upon a concealed laboratory, hidden away in a remote corner of the cosmos. Within its walls, s/he found a team of scientists huddled over a collection of enigmatic devices, whispering to one another in hushed tones.
Charamaynne approached the scientists, their heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
"What are you doing here?" Charamaynne demanded.
The scientists looked up in astonishment, taken aback by the unexpected appearance of the newcomer. They exchanged nervous glances before one of them stepped forward, an expression of terror etched onto their face.
"We've made a terrible mistake," s/he admitted. "We thought we could unlock the secrets of the universe, but instead, we've unleashed something we can't control."
"What do you mean?" Charamaynne asked, their voice trembling slightly.
"We've opened a rift in space-time," the scientist explained. "And it's tearing our reality apart. We don't know how to stop it."
Charamaynne exchanged a worried glance, realizing that they might be the only ones capable of averting the catastrophe that loomed before them.
"We have to do something."
"But what can we do?"
With trembling hands, they activated the instruments, praying that their strategy would succeed.