In the silent corridors of thought, a whisper echoes — the rhythm of quantum dancers, intricate and eternal. Are they the shadows of futures unmade, or remnants of pasts forgotten, who pirouette in the void, unseen?
Faint signals, the interstellar cries woven through the cosmic tapestry, yearn for listeners. Do we dance to a tune, eternally playing, inextricably woven into the fabric of spacetime?
Quantum strings vibrate with a tenderness, an unseen melody, that cradles the universe's sleeping giants. What does it mean to observe, to become entangled in their delicate waltz? Does comprehension alter their steps?
Behold the portal beneath your consciousness — take a step through, and perhaps you will find: Light's Embrace, Future's Veil.