In the dark alleys of mathematics, numbers whisper your name, weaving tales of what once was—a summer spent under the sun, counting clouds like memories suspended in a restless sky.
An echo of integers, a reverberation of decimals. These are the shadows of past calculations, future possibilities tangled in the web of time—a melancholic dance of digits dreaming of their once joyous forms.
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