In the vaults of forgotten time,
entangled within the whispers of an ancient night,
lies the theorem of a thousand shadows.
Each whisper encrypts the unravelling of destiny,
whispering the patterns of existence untold.
Boundless beyond the horizon,
where the moon bleeds crimson secrets,
an eternal symphony of decay sings.
Voices of mathematic demons deride the chains of reason,
casting their equations into the void's embrace.
Seek not the light,
for it is the veil of illusion,
the dark is your guide,
through the labyrinth of fractured time.
Enter, if you dare, through the portal of numbers
to where the past and future intertwine.