Vector Army at the Infinitum Gala

In the grand hall of binary associative mysteries, a vector, clad in bolder calculations, saunters silently across the ceiling, marinated in cosine reflections...

Our vector, with its cryogenic essence, resplendently mocks: "Am I not destined toward the infinitude of both plot dimensionality and reasoned derision?"

Oh how the numbers march in vector-like parade attributed yet un-assembled, their essence vectorial, ah!