A blink—then a lens flares, and the world fractures into curves I never knew existed.
Your eyes, stretched beyond geometry, see in parabolas and echoes.
The light folds inward, magnifying the corners of your vision, warping clarity into curvature.
You are both the observer and the observed—a fractal glance reverberating through infinite planes.
Reality is no longer flat. It swings, breathes, pulses—radiating from your hyperbolic gaze.