The universe purrs in hexadecimal tones,
each meow a quanta, paradox suspended in fur.
Shift your gaze into the stillness,
where reality fades like whispers in candlelight.
Shadows dance in the mind's alleys,
each thought a ripple diverging from feline elegance.
We exist in layers, cats and dreams intertwined,
do we not observe the observer in tiny emerald eyes?
As Schrödinger once pondered, but with greater whiskers:
The cat is both here and not, yet under the couch it lies.