In the realm beyond perception, beyond the classical shackles, the particles quiver in anticipation.
Is it time, or is it space, or perhaps an illusion?
Entangled thoughts react to stimuli unknown, a frenetic dance of probabilities left unmeasured.
Measurement collapses dreams, or does it expand them?
Schrödinger's doors swing ajar, revealing shadows and specters of what "is" and what "isn't".
Through the looking glass, or behind it?