It is the void's chuckle that pricks the atom's ear.
Sing, oh electron, between the threads of your stellar lullaby.
A box fell from the sky today, filled with simultaneous potentials wrapped in silence.
"Have you measured the laughter of a quark?" she inquired with eyes of a collapsing nebula.
In the realm beyond observation, photons debate on the art of quantum waltzes.
"Only the observer hums with purpose," replied Schrödinger with a melancholic grin.
Through shadows of spectral harmonies, the dance of minute deities persists imperceptibly.
"Did you hear its whisper?" he asked, motioning toward the horizon's kiss with destiny.