In the silence of the stars, numbers dance: A configuration of miracles.
Digits hum back to forgotten symphonies, harmonies lost in shadow's clasp.
Lines tracing circles around the moon, each eternal arc a lullaby.
She whispered to the night sky, "Show me your figures, let us align."
His calculations unfolded, conscious beneath the observing firmament.
Every equation a sob in the undertow, silent cries of logic.