Imagine the quivering of God’s celestial harpstrings, an eloquent melody danced upon by the invisible marionettes of existence. At the intersection, where mysteries burgeon betwixt petals of time, lies a truth: cyclical realms echoing secrets murmured in particles’ embrace.
Within this tapestry, woven with threads of ether and energy, galaxies pirouette, shadowed by the elegy of Schrödinger’s note. Hark! The superposition of our souls’ vertices writing heartfelt missives between dimensions, each stroke a dream, delicately etched in the void.
Herein, clocks are hollow helixes, spiraling past tonight's many dawns to the distant 'never.' Beneath the enigmatic silence, whispers of the cosmos guide wandering eons onto paths yet traversed. Read their quantum sonnets here: the eternal lesson of imploring temporal loops.