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Quantum Inversion

Every day unfolds as a dance of atoms and molecules, a delicate inversion in the quantum realm. Ruth grappled with the self-destruction and regeneration encoded in the unknown, unable to digest the complexities. Meanwhile, my preoccupation lay in normalizing inversions on the outer layer of life—a reality perceived within the common understanding and the illusions that accompany it.
To escape the constant barrage of human emotions, I explored the persistent inversion and manipulation of dimensions. This exploration aimed to create an expansive realm of unstable, undecipherable equations, where events and existence intertwine, untouched by the mundane.
Dislocation from the usual choreography of conscious opera led to an alienation that opened a rabbit hole toward the world within and within. Expectation, I realized, was the root of every trouble, an insidious force that could unravel the finest forms of joy. The understanding of the quantum unveiled the ephemeral nature of our existence, exposing the futility of expectations and the accumulation of possessions.
In my attempt to disrupt my own mind, I sought thoughts on the possibility of translocation and the minimal transference of thoughts' atoms in unexpected quantum realms. Loving the quantum became synonymous with embracing the multitude of possibilities.
"Do you believe in time travel?" Ruth's inquiry, delivered with the curiosity of a cat, lingered in the air. Whether she believed in quantum or not remained unknown to me.   
I professed my belief in time travel at the quantum level, intertwining my understanding of Ruth, quantum, time, space, and the universe—they were all one within me. What transpired between Ruth and me existed in the realm of space-time existence. I harbored the belief that anonymity would have preserved the eternal flame within me, a sentiment untouched by sadness.
Taking another chance seemed futile; everything felt determined or preplanned by the unknown. She became a part of my existence only after understanding her, and in both ways, I lost her.
A possibility of bringing her to life from absolute quantum, emphasizing that traces could still be tracked. My consciousness, however, remained preoccupied with certainty and the gravity of unfulfilled expectations.

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