Gentle are the curves of night, where angles meet in silent dreams.
Close your eyes, let numbers dance, they sync in shadows soft and light.
"In the arms of sine and cosine, the stars twinkle tonight, an equation of lullabies." - Whispered by the moon.
How do angles sleep? Do they lie in tangents, wait to sync?
Imagined realms of pi and theta, where echoes hold the brunt of dreams.
"Lull the angles, sync the tides. Geometry sings where silence abides." - A shadowy figure at the crossroads.
As numbers cradle softly in the math of night, smile, sync your angle to the moon's gentle light.
Remember, all dreams are theorems waiting to unfold in dawn's gentle embrace.