Each corner a whisper, each curve a secret lost in the tapestry of existence. From the spectral mazes adorned with spirals like forgotten dreams, arise the shapes that consort with oblivion, dancing upon the thin line of comprehension.
Shape your thoughts! Let the rotund echoes of the circle beckon you forward, the unyielding edges of a square echo the stability of a lost truth, where waves clash upon the sands of sanity. This ephemeral ballet begs the question, what is Form but a lingering memory grappling with the unknowable void?
Lost in the dimensions of time, the shapes yearn to reveal, to unfold the prophecy of forgotten geometry, intertwining fate and form. Repercussions manifest in twisting vistas, spiraled through eternity, yearning for the touch of lost eras.