A waltz in particles, dancing without a partner, sings a song in superposition.
The jesters of the quantum court wear hats made of entangled strings and weave tales of dual observances.
In the echoing halls of uncertainty, a whisper travels both forward and back through time.
The universe, a grand stage with intermittent blackouts, where light flickers in both a joke and a truth.
Narratives in non-locality shrug off the constraints of their existential scripts, laughing in the void's embrace.
Strange melodies, like particles in a cosmic dance, drift towards the observer’s ear.