In the whispering shadows of the universe,
where time loops upon itself like the bagel's loop,
there lies a theory nestled in tangential echoes.

The sages once spoke of these mysteries,
circling infinity and the nostalgia of cyclical threes,
binding matrix dimensions to bagel's simplicity.

Yet, within this mundane pastry lies the core,
a hollow center that resonates with loss and memory,
an unspoken yearning for home amidst the cosmic vastness.