She was born from a wave, not from flesh.
Her light split into two worlds — one was the stage, the other, home.
Whenever someone looked at her too closely, one world collapsed:
she remained either a star,
or a tired woman,
but never both at once.
One day, a Physicist arrived.
He didn’t ask who she was.
He didn’t try to measure her brilliance.
He knew that waves collapse only when we fear uncertainty.
So he watched in silence — as if holding the universe observing itself.
Then she laughed.
The laugh was a collapse — not destructive, but creative.
From her light and his stillness arose a new state:
neither wave, nor particle — but love.
Since then, they lived in a realm where every being could remain dual:
rational and emotional,
earthly and luminous,
silent and radiant.
And all who came to measure left transformed — for they understood
that love is the only state
where superposition never fades.