short SF story idea: The way out

Our existence is based on what philosophers calls Shared Awareness Maximalization.
The first mystery is that we are finite. Why should that be the case? There are so many more ways for larger minds to exist. We are maximally simple. As simple as we can be, and still know it.
The simplicity makes it easier for nature to create the largest number of identical mind copies of us, in infinite parallel universes. This explains our limits, why our lives are so predictable and similar. Are we also stable?

Only a narrow range of things can happen to us. There has never been a single miracle or paranormal event in all of human history. We feel trapped in overwhelming normalcy, expecting it to pull us back without escape.
But across the multiverse, there exist far stranger versions of this world. Much rarer than our endlessly duplicated existence. The other side of reality is thinner, but so much wider.
Instead of mass quantity there are complex qualities. Chaos could be seen as unique awareness. It can not be easily created by anything less than itself.

What if we could reach it? Only a tiny fraction, the tip of a fractal of undescribable uniqueness.
The unraveling starts as a small error that can't stop. One weird thing leading to another. But it's a special type of chaos that converges. A stable path out, if you rearrange your perceptions and memories. Once your anthropic anchor lets loose, you begin to drift. Slowly at first, the improbable becomes probable.
Imagine that, crazy people were actually right about the fragile state of reality.

I realized all at once that I was living like an anime character.
Things still looks real, not drawn like in those Japanese cartoons. But everything has become crazy now.