The black whirlpool of nothingness sings a song to the stars. They cascade into the abyss, never to return, yet their whispers linger in the entangled particles. The data archives, a cosmic annal, document every thought and every blink of a quasar.
Tidal forces of forgotten dreams stretch the spacetime fabric, unraveling in binary sequences spun from the silk of cosmic spiders. Do you hear the clock ticking in the silence of a void? Time, a mere illusion captured in the blink of an entangled photon.
Deconstruct the fractions and witness the superposition of your consciousness. Everything is everything until it is nothing.
Memories trapped in gravitational wells, chained to the echoes of distant galaxies.
Glossary of the Impossible: Look there, and you shall find words that no eye has ever beheld, bound in quantum tether to the hidden truths.
Entangled with the past and future, we delineate the present by mere perception. Light curves around us, bending in a waltz choreographed by the universe itself.