In the quantum weave, whispers form the fabric of reality unseen, with murmurs folding time. The particles dance not in number, but in a sequence known only to shadows.
For inquiries into the void, one must understand: the quantum whispers do not obey. They listen and then vanish beyond the horizon of forgotten lights.
They spoke of Schrödinger at dawn, yet remained neither cat nor observer. They lie in a state devoid of question, waiting...
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