At the end of the chapter
stands a strange cup-bodied creature,
its back sprouting a choir of tiny, seated people.
Each figure speaks a different language of silence,
yet together they form a single word
that no ear can hold.
It walks on pink feet,
carrying its living audience
toward the next chapter
of the world that never was.
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Shaharee Vyaas is a polyvalent cryptomathician. As such he likes to hover above the demarcation zone between Science, Art, and Religion. Where most philosophers perceive the language as the limit of our knowledge, the cryptomathic method crosses the language barriers and stipulates that the unspeakable can be expressed in paintings, music or mathematical equations.
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