A Small Ceremony
of Chance
You and another person meet inside a storm of possibilities and try to catch the same rhythm.
Every shuffle draws from a cosmos of orders. 52! ways to arrange a deck. That's a uniqueness so vast that two people landing on the exact same deck is, for all practical lifetimes, indistinguishable from never.
Even the "birthday paradox" barely helps; you'd need on the order of √(52!) around 1033 encounters before a collision feels likely.
So the app becomes a meditation on identity and coincidence. Algorithms keep time, haptics give a heartbeat, and the network is a thin string between islands of selves.
When a match does happen, it feels like fate but it's really carefully tuned randomness letting meaning appear, briefly, out of astronomical possibility.