In an entanglement of thoughts and time, the mind flits like shadows cast by unseen forces.
Perception: merely a frame, a flicker between two states. A recursive loop of what was and what might never be.
Each word, a particle; each phrase, a wave. Disturbances echo through the corridors of existence.
The weight of information is but an abstraction, much like the potential energy stored in dark matter.
Time itself is a tapestry interlaced with ephemeral threads, tethering moments in quantum harmony.
If you listen closely, can you hear the whispers of infinity calling?
Walk through the veil, but be cautious; realities are mirrors reflecting distorted truths.
And amid the interplay of light and shadow, will you find the warmth of clarity or the chill of dissolution?