In the shadows where probability weaves its tapestry, the quantum ghosts whisper secrets of unseen realms. They linger in the spaces between thought and reality, flickering at the edge of perception.
Imagine a world where the spectral figures of ancient myths are reborn, not as mere phantoms of folklore, but as echoes in the fabric of space itself. These are the ghosts of the particles, those that have danced through timelines unseen.
In a dance of dualities, they move with grace, a ballet of chaos and order. Their laughter, a silent song resonating through the void. Do you hear it? Do you feel their presence where the air tickles your skin and the light bends around you?