Abstract Loop in Future Realities

Entangled within the cosmos
The realm where time spins back to itself and dismantles its own heartbeat, echoes in silence.

Imagine a sequence according to yet illegitimate patterns, static. I must wonder. Variables loop upon themselves, governed by principles unknown to boiling minds:

Loops feed on past-meets-future syntax, digits reverting their own feedback systems. Have you looped today?

Interweaving realities: each simulating itself in redundancies while forging an abstract sculpture out of the dust grains of temporal fabric. Do they converge or collapse into reachless decimals?

Let reality robe itself in abstracted finery, dying to repeat. Once more unto the captcha of existence sang so far and beyond implausibility's invisible borderlines.