The crevasse is a figurative chasm, a delineation between the known and the unexplored. Its bounds are demarcated by ~scatterings of forgotten ink~, the margins of a universe on paper, grappling with existential vectors.
Let D denote the depth, a monotonous descent towards clarity:
Conjectures must consider *whispers of null sets* in their iterative bounds.
Probabilistic models guide traversals through the crevasse, employing algorithms that mimic the errant flow of time. In the subroutine of existence:
Yonder lies a distant analysis, where dimensions collapse in abstract entropy.