A neglected journal discovered beneath the library’s basement, its pages yellowed but insights ageless, speaks of parallels yet unseen
"An object of thought," noted Julian, "carves its path through the air like a whisper, tracing lines in patterns only spoken by dreams."
Deep beneath the crumbling infrastructure lies a blueprint entwined with ivy. It reads:
"Should the universe have dimensions beyond the three, what does a point become when not limited to the confines of linearity? Perhaps it dreams of expansive stretches, like a ship yearning for the sea, its boundaries mere illusions."