The sky is not the sky. It breathes, an undulating membrane of data threads, shimmering with infinite potential. Habitats float, constellations of modular platforms tethered by invisible strings of quantum code. This is the Ether: a world made from what the modules of Permissionless can be; a place where the boundary between the real and the conceptual easily blurs.
A visitor floats over a boulevard of fractal lights. Its body barely changes as it moves, again and again refracting the uncountable possibilities. The air is pregnant with whispers-those are not voices, but pure, raw ideas flowing freely through the fabric of Ether. Here is no one owner; and, yet, everything belongs to everybody.
The visitor stops by a building, a cathedral of thought where walls ripple like water and colors seep into smells. Something more algorithmic than flesh hovers there, creating ephemeral glyphs that pulse with meaning.
"What are you building?" the visitor asks.
"A doorway to the Unseen Layers."
The visitor steps forward and merges with the glyphs.
As they enter a time-warping place, a maze of cast-off ideas and discarded dreams unfolds. Bestowments of the Ether include imperfections, mistakes, and missteps of the collective consciousness. The visitor collects those fragments and stitches them to his own form. He changes with every incorporated fragment-a kaleidoscope of ideas becomes something new, whole.
On returning to the thought cathedral, the algorithm-being nods. "You have seen the Unseen." S/He releases what s/he has gathered. The network shudders and then celebrates. Lost ideas take root in innovations; forgotten dreams sprout in the common. The Ether is singing a new melody.