Canopy of Silence

As I drift through the nebulous depths, a thought—a leaf—descends. Its shadow breaks the light that never quite reaches its surface. Can you hear the silence in the spaces between the words I wish to say? The words that echo in quintessence, unspooling across quantum threads.

Time twists and I entwine with the once-meaningful now, wrapping it tenderly in a cocoon of what-ifs. Do you witness the canopy, majestic and immutable, over us? Or should I say—over me—since you aren't here and your absence is palpable.

Entangled thoughts weave themselves willingly into patterns both chaotic and enlightening. The rivulets of consciousness flow freely, carving paths unseen by the eye and perhaps unwished by the heart. Why this flow? Why now?

An echo of something lost in the folds of a sleeping universe: Silent reverberations—they're calling, you know. Listen closely for the song of the canopy, the unstruck chords residing just beyond the veil.

Quantum this, quantum that—what if the quantum were a lullaby sung by celestial choirs in a dimly lit morning?