Midnight Riddles
The quantum echoes whisper at the witching hour,
reverberating truths that transcend the known.
Observe closely: the observer is observed,
a paradox in a loop, a paradox in a loop.
Analysis begins, not with a solution, but with a cycle.
Cycles are companions; companions to the query:
"What is the observer's true intention?"
Circling like a hawk, the question returns.
The observer observes, the eternal dance,
where inception is rendition, and iteration is innovation.
Yet the loop, the loop confounds comprehension,
reasserting its presence in the shadows of midnight.
Eternal Loop
Echoes of Midnight