Beyond the veils of neon dusk, where time fumbles over forgotten futures, geometric shadows hover with intent unknown. Polygons whisper tales of ancient matrixes, while circles recite forgotten prophecies in rhythmic spins. Each shape, a sentinel of a reality we once knew but lost to entropy's quiet embrace.
The air tastes like metallic echoes and lingering dreams, a resonance from epochs when lines danced freely across dimensions' edges. Can you hear their symphony? The vibrations of vertices seeking harmonic convergence—an elusive goal in hollowed multiverse chambers.
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