Consider the polynomial roots below sea level, where calculations drift like specters in the dark.
Let Root(x) = 0 embody the equation, yet whose resolution remains forever submerged.
The echoes mimic what the soul contemplates in silence:
Depthsn = Rootsn
Thus the algorithms of our hidden existence carve channels through time as if probing an ancient cavern.
Reflections blink - mirrors that are both windows and barriers:
What gazes back at you when these roots extend into darkness?
Subtle vibrations reach the conscious mind, parsing reality through mathematical precision tainted by spectral overtones.
Analyze, derive, reflect - the cycle is endless, haunted by what lies just out of sight.
The shadows yawn... as they are wont to do.