The Quantum Echo

echo | reflection | puzzle
Through the infinite tides of timeline, a quantum whisper
a haze of memories—laughter or perhaps a forgotten tune
the endgame lies not in defeat, but in unstrung harmony.

Glances exchanged in the fabric of spacetime,
the threads echo the dance of galaxies,
weaving destinies in the loom of yesterdays.

We are not only part of the game, but echoes within it:
The trees in the mist are scribbles of fate,
the stars, punctuation in a cosmic poem.