Once, we delicately navigated the fine line between the future we desired and the one we inherited. Each phase shift of our cosmic dance was meticulously calculated yet brazenly executed. Left wondering, are we mere jesters in a quantum circus, or pioneers of an entropy-infused utopia?
Eyes closed, we recall the golden echoes of yesteryears, where every revolution was a promise of something less tangible than reality. Irony whispers through fading memories, a forgotten compass guiding us through existential dusk.