To those who gaze into the veiled mirrors of reality, endeavor to remember: Shadows craft the fabric of being; they speak with murmurs only audible to the contemplative heart.
In the world of particles where light does not dare stroll alone, bonds are forged in midnight's solemnity. Do not seek the thing itself, for existence is a playful illusion, mine to unbind. Thus, the entangled speak to one another, woven into destiny's silent loom.
Are you prepared to embrace the unseeable link? Dive deeper.
Listen to the whispered numbers, where all ghosts visit at once: Probability dances, chaotically begetting order in their cloaked ballet.
Remember, seeker, that boundaries exist only in the eyes of the dreaming. Beneath the shadow blanket, those quantum entanglements slip through the cracks of your understanding like curious wraiths.
Revisit the whirling song of quantum history.