In a world where angles bend and shadows speak, wonder meets its echoing warning.
Enter the corridors lined with forgotten equations and whispers of the ancients. Here, children play, flitting between dimensions, unaware of the lingered watches.
Did you know that in these twisted spaces, a triangle can have more than 180 degrees? And did you hear the stories of the children who chase the infinite loops?
Their laughter sometimes fades, leaving behind a heavy silence that curls around doorways like mist. Drawn figures in chalk flutter across the floor, leading the way—or perhaps away.
Here lies the brightest nightcap, a celestial orb that spins stories in hues unseen. Children use it as their nightlight, each glow telling secrets of otherspace.
Does the light hum? Yes. Does its melody curtail at your presence? Undoubtedly.