In the dim corridors of Schrödinger's cathedral,
where the silent spectres weave their etheric lattice,
the echoes of quantum whispers intermingle with shadows,
forming a tapestry of intricated oscillation.
Do the ghosts observe their own demise,
or are they bound by a dark lattice of simultaneous being,
where every choice carves an unseen path,
splitting realities with an asymmetrical symmetry?