In the hush between dreams and wakefulness,
lies the iridescent shimmer of yesteryear’s thoughts.
The sea beneath the stars resonates,
a symphony played in whispered currents.
Reflections cast in liquid mirrors,
bending, dissolving between
Schrödinger's paradox—a wave, a whisper.
Dive into the depths thought forbidden,
where light bends not to escape, but to listen.
Here, silence equates to existence,
time holds no dominion.
Past the shores where reality fuels its stories,
an echo lingers—ripples of a probable eternity,
entangled in the glistening web of connection.
As you float, drifting through dulcet silences,
behold the truth in each seeking wave.