In the laboratory of diluted realities,
we entangle words with electrons,
weaving illusions of what could have been.
Time folds within itself, like origami blooms,
and the mirage experiments whisper secrets
of universes unspoken.
Distortions in the sentence structure
mirror light bending through glass.
Every thought, a particle
set adrift in semantic space.
Do the questions answer themselves
in realms beyond our grasp?
Not just shadows playing tricks,
but shadows coaxing light to dance
where quantum foam ripples
in a silent orchestra.