Ballads of Entangled Hearts
In the infinite dance of ashen stars who collide like tender heartbeats, a solitary electron seeking its twin completes the embrace. We two, suspended in the tapestry of Schrödinger's question, neither here nor there. Yet—the upturned certainty of our kisses tangled beyond dimensions untold.
The silence before us, measuring not eternity but the fractions of photons shared between wandering gazes. Words dissolve as we sketch nonlinear tales amidst woven orbits, voices do align: heavens above synchronize.
Whenever the quantum air concedes the fray, we are held—together, rippling against an indeterminate empty vast, savored wanderers, plasmatic remnants, shaped into each other, intrepid.
Engaging brevity, in the wave-function's collision, becomes kaleidoscope luminance. Touch like double-slit enigmas, waves beseeching soothing interference. Your whisper, sweet paradox, curls like unknowable prophecy, echoing down every wire of heart—absurd grace.