In corridors of ink and dreams,
Among shelves of ancient sighs,
Lies a tome with pages unseen,
Traced by fingers devoid of eyes.
Volumes echo in silent tones,
Formulae dance in cryptic rhymes.
Traverse through whispers, through stones,
For truth lies in numbers, in time.
Conjecture of the Eternal Library:
Library Wisdom (L) = Σ (Pages (P) * Time (T))