Today, we dive meticulously into the void, those immeasurable black seas where stars dare not swim. Every atom assumed and forgotten; every equation half-formed and chaotic.
The worms are counting, they whisper. Numbers lost in translation to the swirls of ink that compose the universe.
Imagine, if you will, a sandbox universe where particles play hide and seek, and the gravitational maze is just a way to pass the time. Perchance, there are children beneath your bed, building castles of black holes with mere toy particles.
The analysis may lead to conclusions dark and whimsical, spinning yarns of imaginary friends lost long ago in dimensions unrealized.
Quantum Twists