Between every reality, bonding existence together, is the Spime.

An ever-changing sea of possiblity, waiting to manifest in realms. All the never-was and forever-will be. The ocean from which energy, emotion, and everything is drawn. It is the source of magic (Qualia) and you are reading this from a condensation of this potential, existing as colors, sounds, and various states of hunger. 

In your world, space moves through time. Within the 64 known realms of our current bottle-nexus of the spime, it isn't uncommon for the opposite to be true.