In the stillness of a broken wave, I saw the reflection of stars unseen by naked eye—echoes of the past carving constellations in the sands of time.
What is time but an endless calculation of tides dragging each particle of dream closer to reality? And in this quantum sea, each drop yearns to connect—to entwine with others in a cosmic ballet.
As we navigate these waters, are we not but ships that untangle the mist, whispering to echoes of what was and might still be? Contemplation becomes our compass, steering through endless currents of thought.
In the silence, quantum whispers tell tales of entangled words—relationships formed before birth, bound by the gravity of shared syllables. Each phrase an island; each conversation, an archipelago of understanding.