Whimsical Blinks

In the realm of tufts and glows,
where echoes stretch into other selves, under ambient whispers of an unseen clock.
Each blink a doorway, fractals of realities dancing in uncertain light,
Teacups spinning, spilling breadcrumbs of lost memories
and shimmering paradoxes wrapped in silken threads.

Quantum paradox invites a rusted key,
unlocking not what lies within, but what hasn't yet been breathed.
Streams of consciousness corralled in crimson ribbons,
tethered to the charm of a celestial moonflower.
Do the shadows sing? Or do they simply weave dialogues with forgotten stars?