An equation stirs in the infinite depths:
∀ x ∈ {Silence} : f(whisper) = ∫∞ e^(iπx)dx "Dreams unravel like yarn off asleep extends."
Solving this might unravel the seed of stories folding beyond the windows of night.
The sun drip golden upon mirrors, capturing unmade noon, while shadows simplify the canvas into pure right angles.