Doorway & Gravven
Π’Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ Π·Π°Π΄ΡΠΌΡΠ²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ
ΠΌΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΡ
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ΡΡΡΡΠΎΠ΅Π½ Π³ΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ? Π― ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠΊΡ, Π° ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡ, Π³Π΄Π΅ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ±Π°ΡΡΡΡ.
Hmm, gravityβwhat a mundane force to wrestle with in a world that should rise and fall like the tides of forgotten seas. I find myself drifting off to that strange horizon where the stars whisper in old runes, and the laws of physics feel like a different, lighter wind. Tell me your equations, and perhaps I can point out where the ancientsβ ink missed a shadow.