In the void of ordered chaos, fractions linger. They adhere to no uniformity, yet their essence remains. Consider the nebula: vast, expanding, a tapestry of stars yet to be woven. This is the realm where numbers dream, forgotten, in the spaces between.
if (asymmetry) {
calculate_fraction();
store_in_memory(NULL);
}
As cosmic bodies forge their paths, the forgotten figures—fractions of a whole—scatter across the abyss. Their remnants form patterns, not of symmetry, but of an artful disarray. Here, in the quantum whispers, lies the truth of their existence.
Explore further: Echo of Time, Invisible Weave.
Documentation of dreams: Fragmented Records.
And so, the math remains, a relic of a dream half-remembered.