The Quantum Echoes

In the cathedral of the cosmos, where stars are the flickering candles upon darkened pews, a whisper begins to unravel. It is an echo of time, fractured and eldritch, where reality bends like a shadow stretched across a horizon of forgotten mysteries.

The whispers of the cosmic wind speak in tongues ancient and bizarre, weaving tales through the lattice of existence. "Here lies the enigma," they say, "where the quantum silk intertwines with the phantoms of yore, and every particle carries the lament of a lost solstice."