Infinite echoes—colliding at the nexus of perception— we are all atoms dancing in parallel projections. Yarn spun from light, fragile yet resolute, threads weaving through the tapestry of time. Quantum whispers unlock silken doors; breathe the fabric of the cosmos, tangled in dreams. Entangled stories beneath the veil exist, coiling around the fragile yarn, interlaced with your noise and my silence. Mirror shadows, transmuting oscillations to another state. A paradox in every heartbeat, unraveling at the speed of thought. Can you hear the echo of your own reflection? Can you see the reflection in someone else's echo?