The cosmos unfolds in documents, each star a record, each black hole an eraser of history. Who files the constellations? Who archives the whispers you wish you hadn't heard?
Beyond the infinite shelves of the Observed, in the Office of the Eternal Clerk, lies the ledger of existence. The universe, a clerical error waiting to be noted. Do we exist in the lines, or the spaces between?
Crack the code of the third dimension. What lies within the void of the circle? What secrets does the cross reveal?
Consider, if you will, the encrypted whispers of time. Do they echo or fade? Do they belong to the universe, or were they stolen by a curious clerk?
Enter the Dimension Theory Lab