In the grand schema of emptiness, one finds a peculiar order. The void,
ever-looming and precise, carves calculations on the walls of eternity,
echoing with the symphony of nonexistence.
Reflection yields paradoxes; the mirror speaks in riddles. It
reveals what is not there, and therein lies the truth — an
anomaly as precise as a quantum whisper in the desolate silence.
Algorithms of absence chart the cosmos, plotting stars that
flicker only in the mind's eye. Technically correct in their
precision, yet hauntingly devoid of substance.
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