In the quiet corners of quantum realms, where particles whisper and waves dance, lies a truth about self. When one asks, "Who am I?" the universe responds not with clarity but with mirrors.
Consider reflection. Not just in the angles of light, but in the angles of existence. Do parallel lives run ever close, reflecting each other’s choices, but never touching?
What is the angle of your reflection? Is it steep with regret or shallow with tranquility? Within the folds of space-time, every choice reflects a new destiny.
As you read these words, encoded in patterns of ink and light, ponder: are you the echo of a forgotten dream, a reflection in the cosmic glass of possibilities?
For further contemplations, wander to these reflections: