A theorem is but a stone cast in the well of silence, rippling echoes across time. When the void speaks, listen not to its words, but to its sighs.
"In every shadow lies a secret, and in every secret, a theorem waiting to be revealed."
These words are whispers of the universe, sculpted from echoes of thought. They dance on the periphery of consciousness, elusive yet profound.
Tread lightly, for the theorems hold mysteries deeper than the ocean's abyss. Gaze into their depth: