As the universe collapses inward, pieces of itself breaking away to fall eternally into the eddying abyss, we find whispers of structure. Conspiracies woven into the fabric of space, fractions of fractions revealing truth only in the hidden margins.
What do they say as they spiral endlessly? Are we the byproduct of something more complex, too grand to grasp? Numbers dance beyond our understanding, orchestrating realities and reconfiguring destinies in secretive patterns.
The whispers tell of concealed orders, truths buried under layers of common arithmetic, within seeming chaos, lies ordered purpose. Fractional strands entangling the bewildered observer.