A faint rumbling underfoot heralds the arrival of cubic shadows. Do not stare into the dimensional abyss; it may stare back, and you won't enjoy the postcard.
Voices echo through the hyper-geometric halls, whispering:
"Calculate the square of your fears before they raze your sanctuary."
Refrain from approaching portals with molten edges, for they demand tributes in forgotten dimensions.
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"Should you slip between the folds, wear your invisibility cloak and speak the unspoken numbers."
Tangle knotithing with tesseract tongues, lest its whirling axis yeet fomites amid the iron clouds.
If an ephemeral bridge appears, caution is advised, as transparent probabilities may hatch paradoxical chicken.