Quantum Reveries

In the flickering haze of a cosmic dusk, where thoughts meander through the undulating fabric of time, there lies a mirror:

A mirror not of silvered glass, but of whispered dreams and unshed tears, reflecting echoes of love unbound by the ruthless march of hours.

Gaze into it, and you see not just the self, but the multitude of selves, wandering through alternate dimensions, each shadow a whisper of what could have been.

—Embraced in a dance of starlit yearning, a hand brushes against another across countless futures, seeking the warmth of a phantom touch.

Hold on to the reveries, for they are but wisps of a quantum embrace.

When night deepens, and reality wavers, the reflections speak truths our waking hearts dare not comprehend.