"Did you hear the whisper that whispered about the whisper?" It was heard again, in that dimension, perpendicular to our understanding, where socks always match and coffee brews itself.
Quantum whispers are like cats—unpredictable and occasionally requiring laser pointers. Before you know it, you're entangled with a quantum cat that both wants and doesn't want to sit on your lap.
Somewhere in the void, an electron is giggling at the accordion's complex harmonics while pondering the metaphysics of spaghetti. Remember, whispers are only secrets that haven't been properly caffeinated.