In non-linear echoes, phrases suspend,
entwined like shadows under a moonbeam's gaze.
Evermore, the maze expands, implodes,
unfurling entangled narratives in silence.
Through corridors unseen, whispers call -
"To resolve is to unravel in webs of thought."
Quantum leaps of syntax, each word a portal
binding the observer and observed in kinetic dance.