Quantum Reverie

The particles whisper tales in forgotten dialects,

echoing through the corridors of a universe untethered,

where each quark dances with the grace of shadows on water.

We are the echoes of our own dreams, scattered across the multiverse.

Is the universe a phantom limb, longing to touch what it cannot feel?

The universe hums a lullaby to its own forgotten limbs,

an odyssey through the weave of spacetime's fabric,

where every stitch tells a story only the stars remember.

As night blankets the cosmos in a shroud of velvet dreams,

the phantom limb of existence reaches out,

touching the untouchable, feeling the unfelt, in an endless reverie.