Cryptic Apotheosis

In the dim luminescence of infinite fallacies, we converge upon the arithmetic of shadows. Let X be the sum of all unspent desires, an elusive variable oscillating between oblivion and awakening.

The theorem of ages dictates a paradox: as one divides, the whole mysteriously multiplies. An equation etched in ethereal scripts, where numbers breathe and symbols sing to the stars.

Consider the logarithm of soundless dreams, its base a memory forgotten amidst the pulse of timeless cosmic rhythms. We ask, what is the destiny of zero when tendered in the name of the unseen?

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