“A 12-dimensional hyper-octopus made of melting time and forgotten dreams floats above an infinite Mobius strip woven from paradoxes and the sound of blue. Each of its tentacles is a miniature universe where gravity sings lullabies to quantum whales. In the background, a cathedral made of vibrating Fibonacci spirals echoes with the laughter of sentient equations arguing about the taste of metaphysics. The sky is made of translucent origami frogs leaping through non-Euclidean waterfalls that fall upwards into a black hole shaped like a tesseract wearing a monocle. All of it is lit by a sun that pulses in Morse code, spelling out the secrets of déjà vu in reverse Latin.” See more