Out here, among the shifting shadows and rustling whispers of the reeds, x simply *cherishes* the company of y.
Let’s say, if π is not just a number but an emotion, what kind of pie would you bake for an ailing tangent?
As we sway, we ponder: Why did 7 eat 9? Because you needed to know 10. How profound, how mildly ridiculous!
Here’s a little reedy equation for contemplation: If R = reeds, S = shadows, comfort is achieved when R ÷ S * (καθόλου) = Harmony. That’s fluent!
Scribbled notes by the waterside suggest: Protect your Pythagorean peace like you would guard a wildflower at dusk.
The wind carries whispers of another theorem: Sqrt(-1) once claimed to be imaginary but now enjoys a lively existence in a parallel universe where dreams don’t sleep.
And let us not forget our dear Fermi, who always exclaims: “Light a candle when intentions are exponential!” Lanterns burn bright in convoluted logarithmic curves.
Join us under the silvery moon’s benevolent gaze: rd/re(:answer) < -Nature_- > ss/cl(ive).
Before the ballet of numbers continues, recall that the only written words required on the sand are TREES <-> Equations: So be it!”