Fluctuate through dimensions untethered, where light whispers secrets under
transient veils, and echoes pulse through Thomason spaces draped in cosmic gamma tapestry.
We are entwined iterations of divergent reality vectors,
slipping silently between observed states, forever left untouched by hands of time.
What infinite corners of the cosmos remain unseen,
if but a single resonance echoes differently upon assumed axiality?
Calculate a non-existent paradox; observe shadow play that feigns existence,
and all the while, the universe winks with each quiet inflection of its infinite heart.