In the beginning, symmetry whispered to the fragments, each piece echoing the silent song of balance. Have you ever wondered how a broken mirror shelters the universe within its disparate shards? Consult the ancient whispers.
These fragments, tangled by fate's nimble fingers, offer lessons woven in delicate threads. Examine the parallels drawn by time, a mentor more shrouded than any mist.
Symmetry, dear apprentice, is not mere aesthetics, but a fractal of harmony that dictates growth, a rule whispering through the veins of destiny.