In a land forgotten by both time and the stars, there was a village named Whimshire. Here, murmurs of the morning dew were etched into the very fabric of the earth. The villagers, delicate weavers of tales, used these whispers to knit stories upon the breeze.
One day, young Elara stumbled upon a marooned constellation, trapped in a jade teapot. The equations began to murmur:
x = (π * daydreams - √(7 * secrets)) / whispers2
She exchanged her own sounds of rain with the constellation. Together, they scribbled strange symphonies upon the sky with twinkling ink.