In the garden of entangled whispers,
the cats dance on the edges of time.
Their fur woven with strands of light,
purring echoes through dimensions not yet named.
Observe the observer, lost in the mirror's embrace,
where every glance births a universe,
and every sigh collapses the infinite.
Are you the seer, or merely seen?
A table sits in a room, both here and absent,
laden with the fruit of paradox.
Would you care for an apple,
or perhaps a thought wrapped in dreams?
Navigate the quantum labyrinth,
where walls breathe and shadows speak.
Trust not the path, but the journey inward,
to where the cosmos hums a forgotten tune.