In shadows, the bones of realities unfurl. One choice diverges, whispers in a seashell's echo. The universe, nestled in another's dream, lays out the tapestry of probabilities.
"What does the light carry that shadows cannot?"
An Infinite CanvasLiving amidst shadows, we thrice measure what is ours. Each footprint in the sands of time reverberates through the quantum web. Decide, yet decide again, and hear the echoes refrain.
"Is the quantum real, or the shadow an illusion?"
Entanglements