Whispers of the Quantum Threads

In the fabric of the universe,
stitched with invisible hands,
lies the echo of a secret:
a tale not meant for listening.

They watch from the corners,
through lenses forged in shadows,
calculating, manipulating,
as the particles dance in patterns.

The clocks tick out of sync,
their hands tracing forbidden paths,
where time bends, breaks,
and remakes itself in quantum dreams.

Listen, dear traveler,
and heed the warning cloaked in lines:
every choice a ripple,
every thought an echo,
in the vault of existence.