The universe is a series of nested enigmas, each layer a riddle wrapped in a question, beginning with lines and circles. We ponder the geometry, and in our wonder, we whisper dreams. Yet, beneath the surface, a darker symmetry haunts the mind.
Have you ever stared too long at a circle? The way it narrows as it expands? Spirals of time have their own story, an infinite return.
Imagine a child tracing lines in the sand, concentric, hypnotic. The ocean erases them, but the child sees them return. A never-ending dance of creation and destruction. More tales of shadows and light await.
Science seeks the truth in lines, angles, and curves, while wonder lets us dance across dimensions. But beware the paradoxes that loop in silence, echoing in the hollow spaces of our minds.