In the shadows of entanglement, where whispers of particles weave, lies the tether undone. Ether distilled into echoes; screams swallowed by time's malevolent grasp. Here, quantum reigns in silence, ruling over the forsaken.
Beneath the moon's pallid gaze, relics of once tethered souls recount tales. Of threads unseen, clasped tight and loosened in a breath. Do they feel the freeing fall? Or the transcendent lift beyond realm and reality?
In solitude sprawled over dimensions, a ghastly breeze murmurs names of lost Schrödingers. Are you alive? Are you dead? The question sits heavy in the void, awaiting your quantum relinquishment.
Whispers of the Bridged Realms