In the quantum realm, depth is an illusion, a mere whisper of potentiality dancing on the tips of subatomic edges. What lies beneath might not be beneath at all, but an echo of what never was.
Do particles dream of alternate paths when the observer is not watching? In the quiet confines of potential, forces entangle and disentangle, creating a shallow pool of immeasurable possibilities.
Consider Schrödinger's intricate yarn, weaving through the fabric of space-time—an entwinement of existence and non-existence, both profound and superficial at once.