As the mind casts its vision into the boundless cathedral of geometry, we unearth things unseen.
The triangle whispers secrets to the square, while circles dance continuously in ecstatic expressions.
A compass that traces infinity within finite realms reveals the divine turmoil of static things.
Can a line describe time? Does the curvature of space collapse into the simplicity of angles?
What we call geometry may yet be a language of dreams, still lucid as the stars we ponder under.