What whispers in echoes where silence screams?
A shadow of sunlight, they say.
Unlock further mysteries.

Do dreams dance when reality sleeps, or is reality the dream’s unkind wake?
Ironies woven in cosmic fabric.
Question further.

If you cut a quantum carrot, do you find Schrödinger’s delight?
Wit sharper than any blade.
Absurdity awaits.

Can shadows dance when no light is present, or are they just voidful phantoms?
Dance, oh shadows, dance!.
Phantom's waltz.

Ponder this: If truth is a lie, who spun the quantum yarn?
Satire embraced by irony.
Conundrum evolved.