Once in the land of stochastic randomness,
where decisions sprout like unpicked cilantro,
the path forward laughed in ambiguity.
The seasoned traveler scratched his head,
quantum equations danced in his prose,
turning choices into fragile dreams.
Do the trees whisper if no one's there to hear,
or is irony just a misunderstood monolith?
Here lies the wisdom of unbeaten paths,
where each step forward sings a silent elegy,
celebrating the absurdity of entangled words.