In the silent whispers of superpositions,
A melody weaves through entangled fates,
Harmonizing the particles not yet observed,
Where words dance like electrons in probability.
Echoed choruses of forgotten timelines,
Sing the elegy of unchosen paths,
Each note a quark in a symphonic dream,
As realities split, yet cohesively twine.
Beyond the veil of perception's grasp,
Lies a resonance untouched by time,
An odyssey written in cosmic ink,
Bound by the gravity of a lyrical heart.