Did you hear what the Quantum Harmonics said this morning?
Whispers in parallel, and bread crumbs in
Did you hear what the Quantum Harmonics said this morning?
Whispers in parallel, and bread crumbs in
You can compose a sonata in zero-sum worlds,
where melodies lie subtle, slipping on
fingertips grazing through order's deception.
Ears tuned, but listen whispers:
The quantum serenade hums, fireworks...
The hill sings dropping wires in rhythm, reality leaps slipperiness of soft quantum edges... fringes of existential operas remain, unlock elemental chimes resonant.
Embark with us beyond images: the tempo flickers once again in fractured coherence. Quiet mariners echo softly along the broadson arc. Music calls the day along broken screens and fractured lights.