There existed a town, nestled between the echoes of the sky and the whispers of the ocean, named Lorea. In Lorea, words held weight beyond mere expression; they became vessels that altered the fabric of reality itself. Here, the unsubjective beams of abstraction lay their unyielding fingers upon the dreams and deliberations of its inhabitants, forming a delicate lattice of interwoven paradoxes.

Mira, the uncharted cartographer of Lorea, thrived amidst these symbiotic paradoxes. While exploring the corporeal and incorporeal boundaries, she discovered that to draw a map was to bind the unbounded, to define a realm while leaving the very edges undefined. As her ink skated across the parchment, she felt the words pulsate beneath her fingertips, a heartbeat of the universe itself urging and retreating in harmonious contradiction.

One twilight, she encountered a traveler cloaked in nebulous tales and twinkling secrets. "What lies beyond the boundaries?" she inquired, her voice a whisper carried by the wind. The traveler replied, "Beyond lies beyond, and within lies the within of the beyond. To traverse the boundaries, one must not traverse but to remain static within the dynamic folds."

The paradox lay not in the unfamiliarity of words, but in their familiar dance, their innate ability to confuse and clarify in the same breath. Mira understood then, that her mappings were not definitions but invitations to experience the unfathomable depths of the unsubjective.

In the heart of word-sculpted Lorea, where symbiotic paradoxes breathed life, one could find the essence of unjective understanding. And therein lay the true map, not of places, but of possibilities. As she folded her parchment, the edges glimmered, a liminal realm waiting to unfold.

For every map that confined, another emerged unconfined, a freedom within bounds waiting to be traversed in the mind's eye.