Dear Earthling,
Here on the fringes of the Quantum Gardens, time behaves oddly. Yesterday, I saw a bloom unfurl and retract within a breath—yet it held the beauty of years. The air is rich with the scent of particles. They say you can taste the ether, but I've only managed to inhale it deeply.
P.S. Check out the glittering nectar from the oscillating dew.
Dear Friend,
The rings here twist in hues unseen on Earth, bending light into whispers of forgotten songs. While sipping the tea from the quantum leaves, I often find myself lost in the symphony of stars. Your message from Orion still lingers in the cosmos.
It's true what they say: the universe holds its own conversations.
Dear Sibling,
Out here, particles whisper secrets to each other across vast distances. I watched a butterfly dance its reflection from a half-light shore. If you listen closely, you might hear the echoes of our childhood laughter entangled in time's weave.
Missing the mundane, yet finding beauty in the extraordinary.
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