Remembered, yet never spoken—here lie the words unformed, lost in the folds of quantum pauses. They flicker like stars caught in a cosmic lullaby, whispers caught mid-breath, waiting patiently.
In a café on the edge of possibility, two strangers met. Their conversation danced between realities, tangled in a web spun of both light and shadow. Quantum paradoxes tethered them close, pulsating between breaths, beneath every spoken phrase.
"Have you ever wondered," she asked, "what the universe forgets when it remembers?" It was a simple question, yet it held the weight of many lifetimes, of paths not taken, voices unheard. He pondered, staring into the depths of his coffee where galaxies ebbed and flowed.