So here we are, standing on this bridge, huh? Looks like it stretches not just across the river but dances through those little gaps in time like a cat tiptoeing through a laser maze.
Ever wonder what the universe thinks about our tiny pedestrian lives? Or if it sometimes plops us into alternate Mondays as a cosmic joke? Quantum paradoxes—those cheeky little bugs— always throwing a wrench in the most serene of strolls.
You know, Schrödinger probably had a good laugh here once. Picture him, cat in the box and all, just peering over the waters wondering if it was a fish or a bird time was turning him into.
Cross the bridge to the invisible moments Unearth echoes from the flatland