In depths of space where branes collide,
The truth is stretched and folded wide.
A hologram, not quite a sham—
But deeper still than who I am.
Each flicker here, a distant gleam,
Encoded on a cosmic screen.
The walls of black holes hum and burn
With secrets that we can't return.
What seems to move, and breathe, and grow
Is math behind a...
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