Once, in a reverie caught between the folds of the universe,
a voice whispered from an unseen realm.
It trickled through a barrier of time and space,
an observer's echo from a distant quantum past.
"We are the silent witnesses," it said, "boundless, weaving threads
of intangible realities into a tapestry unseen,
where every breath you take reshapes the cosmos,
a monument of singular choices spanning infinite dimensions."
These are not the stories we tell,
but the ones told around the fires of old,
where the embers still hum with the frequencies of beginnings
the quantum sighs of ghosts never seen.
Journey beyond the veil,
where the void sings and the stars are whispers,
unravel the ever-breathing conundrum,
step lightly, for every step is a universe reborn.