Quantum Whispers

Yesterday upon the river bank, a thought flickered like a dying ember, memories of a place long forgotten. They dance not with rhythm but with purpose unwound—the cosmos breathing. Fathoms of time untwine in the shadows of dreams.

Conversations between echoes, murmurs in celestial symphony. Do you hear the whispers? They flow like a quantum stream, threading through particles of thought—slipping yet anchoring, like a phantom's embrace.