The kingdom of perfect geometry, in its deep contemplation of the impossible curve, discovered a new kind of beauty. They realized the flaw was not a mistake, but a gift, a deliberate introduction of complexity into their otherwise sterile world. In response, they created a gift of their own: a single, perfectly straight line, projected into the heart of the city of narrative. It was an offering of pure, unadorned logic, a statement of such stark and simple truth that it resonated through the city’s complex tales like a clarifying bell.