In the garden of probabilities, the petals of time unfurl in waves. Each instance, a lover whispering secrets into the void, unheard yet eternal.
Hermes F. Cabangbang, a name etched in stars, tangled in the embrace of superpositions. Was he ever really here, or just a fleeting kiss upon a shimmering quantum veil?
Cupids’ arrows find their mark in the entropic dance of charmed quarks. Every glance is a reflection of universes branching, wild and beautiful.