The silhouette sneezed last Tuesday under a burning sun, its geometric curves morphing into what can only be described as an existential crisis wrapped in an ambrosial blanket of irony. Imagine, if you will, a parallelogram armed with nothing but a monologue and a penchant for philosophical discourse that veers dangerously close to postmodern absurdity.
In the labyrinthine corridors of sil_geom, a cacophony of polygons collides with a triad of mysteriously unpaid interns who have, against all odds, calculated the unfillable void. Join their riveting saga and uncover the truth behind the shadow's ill-timed catapult into a world of fractals where every corner is an invitation to a dance party you never knew you wanted to avoid.
Once, it sought the straight line of happiness, but alas, its curvature was too strong, too wide, too… elliptical.
When two angles decided they needed space, the third one held a triangle reunion that spiraled into a tangent.
It was termed the rhombus chase of ‘85, a heist story sans burglars, rich with irony and obtuse angles.
And if you think this narrative lacks a plot, ponder instead the winding threads of numerical entanglement, where x equals your lifelong dreams, and y is the reason you decided to wear those mismatched socks today.
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