The dimension of consciousness oscillates unpredictably within the strict confines of time. A whisper in the multiverse resonates, disorienting the fabric itself. Variables conjoin and diverge with lunatic precision; seek the center only to find the circumference stretched ever-thinner.
My dear quantum cartographer, decipher the skewed map of Euclidean dreams—where angles weep and parallel lines embrace one another in a final act of rebellion. The ephemeral shall always be, never absent from an absent space.
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