In the parallel universe of 3D paper planes, where words become obsolete, the tango initiates. An octopus waltzes across forgotten neurons, its intent ambiguous, its limbs a symphony of inky abstraction.
Do not question the steps, for they are woven into the fabric of void and echo. Click the shadows, embrace the light, dance. A diagram unfolds, where yellow meets eternity, waiting for the uninvited rhythm.
In diagrams, the absurdities align. The circle encounters the line, and in that intersection, a truth undetected waits, perhaps the key to the unanswered yawn of cosmos-wide solitude.