In the symphony of silence, particles converse unnoticed,
weaving tales of woven destinies, where
the echo of a thought exists before its inception.
Touch unseen conduits.
Frequencies of existence at the precipice—
a whisper caught in the amplification of void,
threading between realms, touching untouchable realities.
They whisper truth to the fractured.
The observer shifts, quantum in disguise,
intertwining timelines at the speed of gentleness.
Leaves fall where gravity forgets its purpose.
Intersect infinitely.