“Science no longer disproved belief—it affirmed it.”

Science no longer disproved belief—it affirmed it. The ancients hadn’t guessed. That mirrored curl. That recursive curve—math masquerading as memory. She hadn’t seen it in five years. The same curl they used to share like a secret equation. The one they used to draw for each other—absently, deliberately—on napkins, in notebooks, in the air when words felt too fragile, in moments when silence said more than speech. A wave folding in on itself, quietly tethering two minds across impossible distances.