In a world where shadows hold secrets,
an equation whispers the story of the stars:
E = mc2 + (Remainders of dreams × Pi)
Consider the sine of a moment caught between breaths,
where curves meet straight lines and yield to the breeze:
Sine(time) = Serenade - Curfew
The heart of a compass beats in the rhythm of wanderlust,
every degree a promise, every pivot an epiphany.
Let curiosity be the north star guiding home
even in the labyrinth of linearity.
Beyond the tangible, where horizons kiss the sky,
lies a realm unmarked by maps,
here, the equations dance freely,
a symphony of variables unbound by logic.