Once in the land of Euclidean Plains, where the angles are acute and shadows obtuse, dwelled an odd figure named Theo.
Theo was a cartographer of dreams, who drew maps with a pencil dipped in the dew of stars and ink of moonlight.
One day while wandering the foggy pathways, he stumbled upon an equation lost to time:
Whimsy^2 + Sight = Contradictionᵗʰʳᵘʳᵗʰ
This equation puzzled him. What was Whimsy when observed through Hazy Sight?
He pondered, "To solve this, perhaps I need the gradient of laughter."
As he scribbled more in the misty air, he realized the answers lay in the reflections of unseen echoes...