The parade begins with the ripple of forgotten equations
echoing across the canvas—a single note suspended
in eight dimensions.

Each marcher a quantum wanderer,
their faces masks of probability, shifting, uncertain.
Within each footstep lies the gamut of every known variable,

the gentle hum of shared reality, as if murmured
through the threads holding time at bay.

And somewhere, nowhere, perhaps everywhere,
a whisper: "The cat is both asleep and awake. But here, it dances."