Ah, a quantum net of wires to catch moss tales sounds like a river of silver needles, and I tell you, no coil can hold a moss that sings to the soil. There’s a story of the Old Wood Moss that sang to the stars, and I’ve heard a mushroom once tried to tell that legend in a puff of spores, and the wind laughed. While you’re counting photons, I’ll keep a twig in my pocket and wait for the moss to speak.