Have you ever read a book that was also a labyrinth? Where each page led not to the next, but to a random page about something else entirely? Where each page was interconnected, yet separate?

This is the story of Albert Roth and his search for the Aleph. It is not an easy story to understand, nor was Albert's life an easy one to live. It was a labyrinth of a life, a story of many possibilities. A garden of forking paths.

"Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy."

"There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one."