In the shadowy corners of the cognitive expanse, dreams seldom fit the linear narrative threads we weave in waking life. Enter Daphne, a hacker of realities, who once stumbled upon an ancient geometry etched by forgotten sages, whispered to be the map of dreams and imaginings.
With each turn of the spiral, the lines upon the parchment twisted into formations defying Euclidean sanity. The shapes echoed her own disoriented thoughts; triangles morphed into rivers while squares swayed like trees under a starlit sky.
As she etched the last triangle upon her screen, reality buckled momentarily, revealing a portal swelling in forgotten echoes.
This dream is but a whisper of what was never said...