The intersection of black and white was a platform woven from dark, tangled steel threads like a stagnant pool—a platform stretching out to infinity.
The sound of water dripping from sword-like stalagmites, accumulated over the years, could be described in mathematical terms as a power function with a negative constant exponent.
And no one knew when that damned $x$ would cross the negative semi-axis past that equally damned zero point, using gradually accumulating acoustic energy to blow out everyone's eardrums on both a physiological and psychological level.
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